I am, as usual, packing items at the secondhand bookstore. "Today, I have to confront Yuuki-san. How could he possibly know the color of my underwear?" Well, Yuuki-san is at that age, so it can't be helped. But even so, delicate topics like this are unacceptable. Still, I wonder if I'll eventually do such lewd things too? I wouldn’t know since this is my first boyfriend, but Yuuki-san is a boy, after all. "No. Right now, I need to focus on packing. I’ll think about it when Yuuki-san arrives." I silently continue with my packing. To avoid damaging the books, I wrap them in plastic, line the box with sponge padding, and place the books so they're surrounded by the sponge. Once done, I seal the box with tape. "Before I knew it, it's already evening. Yuuki-san should arrive soon, so I’ll take a break at the counter." Just as I thought this and stood up, my phone rang. "Who could it be?" The screen showed that it was from Hinata-san. I...
My name is Kiriyama Yuuki. I’m a second-year high school student at Tojo Academy. I don’t have any standout traits like you’d find in some light novel protagonist—no white hair, no impressive athletic ability, no amazing intellect. Just plain black hair, black eyes, and an average height of 170 cm. My academics and athletic ability are also average. With some effort, I might make it into a public university, but if I slack off, I won’t make it. It’s now April, my first day as a second-year student. In other words, it’s the entrance ceremony day. I wonder how many male students joined this year. The world’s male population has been dwindling, and Japan’s population has dropped to around 80 million, with only about 8 million men left. That’s about one-tenth. They say it has to do with the Y chromosome, but no one knows for sure. In response, the government initiated a policy allowing men to practice polygamy to help increase the male population by encouraging men to have more children—es...
I returned to a house with no lights on and started making dinner. Today, it’s Western-style—hamburger steak and corn soup. I had Japanese food for lunch, after all. “Alone at school, alone at home. Even at my part-time job, I work solo. I really am all by myself.” Even if I talk to myself at home, no one’s going to answer. My mom and sister have passed away, and I’ve never met my father—he wasn’t around from the time I was born. I live alone in the house Mom left me, a high schooler managing on his own. Financially, I’m surprisingly okay. Being male, I get government assistance, and I’m even exempt from taxes until I graduate from college—pretty generous benefits. “Alright, the hamburger steak looks about ready.” I moved the hamburger steak from the frying pan onto a plate, poured the corn soup and rice into bowls, brought them to the table, and sat down. “Thank you for the meal.” I started with the hamburger steak. “Oh! Not bad today. The meat is tender, and the doneness is just righ...
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