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Kozora Yui’s past life, in a word, was one without dreams.
Even in the “Future Dream” section of his elementary school essays, he wrote the dull answer of “office worker”—a choice lacking any sparkle for a child his age.
He watched his classmates write glittering professions like “athlete” or “idol” out of the corner of his eye… and deep down, he envied them.
Yui wanted to write those dreams too.
But he couldn’t. Because—his parents existed.
“There’s no way someone like you could ever become that!”
“In the end, a steady life is best. You should be the same.”
Perhaps influenced by their own ordinary lives, his parents were people who believed such professions were only for the truly chosen few. Their son certainly wasn’t one of them…
So the moment their son tried to choose that path, they began their polite ‘persuasion’. They never doubted that making him give up was the true meaning of parental love, and they did it over and over.
They never gave up until he gave up, sometimes resorting to physical obstruction, relentlessly, relentlessly.
Yui couldn’t escape it.
The result? He graduated from a decent high school as his parents wished, struggled through a passable university on scholarships, and landed a job at a respectable company.
He endured overtime and unpleasant bosses, paid off his loans… and what remained was only despair and emptiness—the realization that this dreamless life would continue for another half-century.
Then, one day, he happened to watch a sports broadcast on TV… and was stunned.
There was a classmate from elementary school. He, who had dreamed of becoming an ‘athlete,’ was alive and thriving on the screen.
He was being interviewed as the hero, smiling brightly. It was the smile of someone who pursued their dream, achieved it, and was enjoying the unique life that comes with it.
“…………Ah.”
I thought, How nice.
At the same time, I realized I had made the wrong choice in life.
I deeply regretted having followed parents like that.
I regretted it to death, yet I was already too late. I was desperate to the point of despair over a life beyond repair…
When I came to, I was in the body of a ten-year-old boy who looked remarkably like me.
Though surprised, I sorted through the situation and came to a conclusion… My guess was that Yui had probably been reincarnated into a parallel world version of myself.
The world he was reborn into was almost identical to the Japan he had known before.
The differences were: he was now ten years old, his face retained traces of his former self but was significantly more refined than in his previous life,
and his parents were different.
If he had been born to different parents…
He guessed that was the parallel world he had ended up in.
His parents in this life were kind, unlike those in his past life. They didn’t impose their own views, but genuinely supported Yui’s opinions and desires.
He felt deep gratitude for that… and at the same time, Yui resolved.
This life, he would live for his dreams.
He would give it her all, making up for what he couldn’t do in his past life. No matter how distant the dream, he would chase it desperately and live a life where he ran straight through it. This time, he wanted to live that way. That’s what he thought
He already knew what he wanted to do.
Yui voiced the aspiration he’d carried from his past life.
“…Creator.”
A profession that involves making things. People who create works from scratch with their own hands, captivating and moving countless others.
He’d longed for it since his past life. He’d dreamed over and over that doing such a thing would be absolutely wonderful.
This time, in this life, he wanted to make it a reality.
…That said.
There are many kinds of creators. Illustrators and manga artists who use their drawings, or musicians who sing and compose. Lately, there’s also the path of becoming a streamer.
What should I do? Yui thought and thought… and then resolved.
“──Alright. For now, I’ll try everything!”
He might have been acting a bit foolish.
But it couldn’t be helped. That was the path where he’d regret the least.
The future was uncertain, but he’d gotten his young body back. For now, he wanted to make the most of it and try anything that sparked his interest.
Because he knew he could push himself endlessly for that.
…And so. Having made that decision, naturally, days filled with nothing but creation began.
There were times he felt exhausted… but he kept going, seriously.
The reason I could push myself was partly because of regrets from my past life, partly because it was simply fun—
—but above all, it was because I had my ‘Oshi’.
One for illustrations and comics, one for songwriting and composing, one for streaming activities.
Judging from their social media, they were girls around my age who were achieving great things.
I thought they were amazing. I wanted to be like them.
I wanted to be like my oshi, to stand alongside them. I wanted to try it myself. I wanted to move someone’s heart with what I created, to touch many people.
Thinking that way, I could push through the tough times. I thought my favorites were amazing.
…Well, the only problem was.
Since I’d returned to a ten-year-old body, I’d thankfully get the chance to relive my youth—elementary school, middle school…and high school.
The crazy times with friends—and above all, romance.
Given how gray his past life was, Yui isn’t entirely without longing for that kind of youth… but surely, having chosen this life, he won’t get those chances in this lifetime either.
That’s just how it is. It’s for the life he desires.
Yes. Having decided on a life dedicated solely to creating something, he can’t have a typical youth.
Chances for romance? Probably none.
Much less… become someone who could stand alongside the idols he admired and longed to be like.
Meeting them in high school, working hard together on something, sharing a youth… such things were simply impossible.
That’s how he felt—at that time.
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Beep, beep, beep. Her smartphone alarm sounded.
“…Hm…”
Drawn by the sound, Yui awoke.
…Somehow, he felt like he’d been dreaming of the past. Perhaps influenced by that, for a moment, he was unsure of who he was or where he was.
As his consciousness gradually sharpened, he confirmed it.
…he is Kozora Yui. Currently fifteen years old, a first-year high school student.
He was in his own room in an apartment building. He lived alone because he attended a high school far away, and last night before bed—
his consciousness sharpened around that point, so Yui tried to sit up—
“Mmmph”
—From point-blank range.
A strangely seductive girl’s voice reached her ears, and Yui’s body froze.
Tentatively, he turned his gaze toward the source of the voice, to his side… and found himself instantly captivated.
There, sleeping beside him, was a girl of such beauty she could be called peerless.
A perfect face, as if crafted with divine care. Even at this close range, her skin was flawless, her long lashes beautifully defined.
A sweet, intoxicating scent wafted from her hair, cut into a sleek wolf cut.
Not only her face, but her figure was also a perfect sculptural beauty, boasting an outstanding, high-school-girl-defying figure…
And yet, this girl was sleeping next to him—almost clinging to him in her posture. She was pressing herself against him, in all sorts of ways.
“!”
The girl, sleeping blissfully, must have been half-asleep when she wrapped her arms around Yui’s neck and clung even tighter.
Two incredibly full fruits pressed their unrestrained softness against his, and from the loosened neckline meant to keep her cool, crushed shadows peeked out, violently sucking in his consciousness through both sight and touch.
her legs, with just the right amount of spring, wrapped softly around him, sweet scents wafting out. The temptation, which would take his entire consciousness if he let his guard down, was like a succubus luring him into ruin.
To put it bluntly—it was far too stimulating for a fifteen-year-old boy.
Yui instinctively realized this was getting dangerous and fully woke up.
Thinking he had to get away no matter what, he lifted his body along with hers and called out.
“Um… Mitsuki-san? It’s morning.”
“Mmm… Just a little longer…”
But she murmured in her sleep, eyes still closed, and for some reason pressed even closer with renewed force. Her clinging, almost pleading gesture that she didn’t want to let go dealt a massive blow to his rationality.
“Please wake up!? We’ll be late for school if we don’t get ready soon, and that’ll cause all sorts of problems! Hey!”
“…Mmm…”
Panicking, Yui shook her slender body. But she only stirred slightly, her eyes still closed. In a drowsy, half-asleep tone, she murmured—
“…Maybe I’ll wake up if you give me a kiss…”
“You’re wide awake already, aren’t you?”
He wasn’t fooled this time.
Realizing this, the beautiful girl—Mitsuki—opened her eyes. Her stunningly beautiful pale violet eyes locked onto Yui, and she flashed a smile that could make anyone fall in love.
“Good morning, Yui. …We worked really hard together last night… It was fun, right?”
“We worked hard ‘on composing’ together! Stop using misleading expressions…!”
She stated plainly what they had been doing last night.
Her name was Minatsumi Mitsuki
The second daughter of triplets who happened to live in the same apartment building and attended the same school as Yui. Yui’s classmate… and despite just enrolling, already a rumored genius singer-songwriter beauty at school.
And—let’s be honest.
She was one of Yui’s idols in singing and songwriting in this lifetime.
After meeting her through a certain incident—and skipping over various events—Yui and she had become close enough to compose music together in the same room.
…And. Having said all that, it feels odd to reveal this fact now.
She wasn’t Yui’s girlfriend.
Hold your “Are you kidding me?” reaction for a moment. Mitsuki has some explaining to do.
“So… why were you… sleeping next to me?”
“Aww, you’re blushing. Cute~”
“I’d appreciate a serious answer!”
Yui, having woken up and moved away, asked Mitsuki that.
“Didn’t I tell you when I was composing late last night? ‘I’m gonna sleep first, so you should wrap things up sometime too, Mitsuki.’ I gave you a spare key, so you could’ve just gone home normally.”
“Hmm… You looked lonely sleeping alone… And then, well, as you know…”
Mitsuki replied, along with the aforementioned ‘reasons’ of hers.
“I have moments when song ideas just pop into my head.”
“……”
“They come most easily when I’m with people close to me or friends. Being close together boosts the effect even more! Also, right before sleeping is another time they come easily…”
She puffed out her chest proudly and declared.
“So I had a flash of inspiration. ‘If I sleep with Yui, the synergy might spark amazing song ideas…?’”
“…And did it? Did an amazing song idea come to you?”
“It did! I’m starting to write it today…!”
“Oh, well then, I guess I can’t say no!”
Without overthinking it, Yui agreed. As someone who also creates things, he knew all too well that nothing beats ‘having an idea come to you’.
Mitsuki said, “Right?” then leaned closer to Yui once more.
“So, you see? …It’s purely for creative purposes. To make good music.”
“…”
“It’s not like I’m in love with you or anything… but is it okay if we keep hanging out like this? Would you stick with me while I make music?”
Her expression seemed confident, yet carried a faint hint of clinging. She asked the question with a face so beautiful you didn’t want to look away, a face that stirred a protective urge.
…For Yui too. Working alongside her, the woman called a genius composer, was simply stimulating. It was too stimulating in other ways too, but even considering that, it was undoubtedly a plus for him as a creator.
“…Likewise. I look forward to it.”
he stated it plainly.
Hearing his words, Mitsuki’s face lit up with relief…
“Oh, I see. You really love being close to me that much? Well, I guess I can’t help it then. …So, how about we just go back to sleep together? Let’s be late together and get people talking about us?”
“My goal is perfect attendance, so I’ll have to pass!”
Shaking off her cheerful, tempting hand, he stepped out of the room.
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After finishing changing and grabbing his bag, Yui realized he’d forgotten something in his room.
Just as he reached to open the half-open door to go back for it—
“…Hehe. My ‘for composing’ excuse totally worked.”
He froze.
Beyond the slightly open door, Mitsuki’s cheeks flushed with genuine delight. She hugged Yui’s pillow, her beautiful face wearing an expression so adorable it was pure love itself.
“It’s true I got a song idea… but that’s not the only reason, right?”
“……”
“Seeing Yui blush when I pressed him was cute. …Means it worked, right? So I’m gonna keep doing this, over and over.”
She declared her scheme as a lovesick maiden.
“I hate unrequited love. I’m gonna stick close and tempt Yui, make him head over heels for me… Then I’ll tell him I like him…..!”
As if dreaming of that moment, Mitsuki buried her face in the pillow and flapped her feet.
…And Yui, who had heard it all.
To add—Yui, who had already seen through both her excuses and her schemes.
(…What should I do…!)
He murmured silently to himself.
Carefully, on tiptoe so Mitsuki wouldn’t notice, he slipped away from the spot.
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