Sad News, It Seems I'll Die from a Curse If I Don't Steal the Heroine - Chapter 07: Incompatible Personalities

Chapter 07: Incompatible Personalities

“…An unfamiliar ceiling.”

I wanted to say it at least once in my life… Say it, huh?

Thinking calmly, there wasn’t really a need for such a thing, I chuckled to myself and gazed at the ceiling of the room.

The blood characters reflected in the mirror have disappeared as if it were never there, as if that horror phenomenon never happened in the first place.

(Nineteen days left…)

It’s truly strange how calm I am despite having only about three weeks left of my life to live.

However, I can’t afford to relax, thinking I still have time. I really need to do something about it as fast as possible.

Under no circumstances should I be satisfied with the comfort I’m currently experiencing… It’s not good… Not good at all!

“But, starting the morning like this… Isn’t it quite luxurious?”

“Fufu♪ good morning, Tora-chan.”

When I lifted the blanket, Ouka was there, smiling.

Her pajamas are discarded at the bedside because we slept naked… Well, except for our underwear, that is.

“Yours look so energetic in the morning. I can’t help but want to take care of it.”

“Everyone is like this in the morning.”

“It’s strange, right?… Ah!”

And there, I reach the pinnacle of healing.

It’s only six o’clock now… I still have plenty of time, so maybe I should relax.

“Tora-chan.”

“Yeah?”

Ouka leans closer to me and continues speaking with a joyful expression.

“You’ve been different since yesterday, haven’t you?”

“…I told you already…”

“Your head went all ‘bang,’ didn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Can I be honest and say something?

Honestly, right now, my heart is pounding… Not because Ouka is leaning against me, but because she called me weird with a serious look in her eyes.

(Well, I guess there’s a limit to how much I can deceive others. This body is of Torao’s, but I’m not him.)

Still, living here as Torao hasn’t given me much problems, but hearing her say that, maybe..?

However, it seems my worries were unnecessary, as the answer came from Ouka herself.

“You’ve been even kinder than usual, Tora-chan… Hmm, I might really like that.”

“I see…”

“Yeah♪ Tora-chan is kind, after all—I know that.”

“Geez, this girl…”

“Iyan♪”

As I lightly poke her forehead, Ouka smiles even more than before and hugs me tightly.

…Could it be that Torao ended up abandoning the heroines because of Ouka’s existence? It wasn’t explicitly depicted, but… well, even if that’s the case, what he did is absolutely unforgivable still.

“Well then, I’ll make breakfast.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah!”

“…Ouka?”

“What is it?”

“Could you at least put on some pajamas?”

“Oh, sorry! But I think it’s more polite not to wear clothes in front of Tora-chan.”

Please, stop it!

▽▼

The day that started with Ouka was truly peaceful.

Considering it’s our student days, if it weren’t peaceful, it would be a different story. But putting aside the events that happened to me, spending time with the beautiful girls who appear in this manga is like a dream come true.

“So, did Ouka stay over yesterday?”

“Yeah.”

During lunch break, I was on the rooftop again, and Ryota was with me this time.

We were both eating curry bread we bought from the cafeteria.

It might be quite a surreal sight, two delinquents on the rooftop.

By the way, this curry bread is really delicious… Yesterday’s yakisoba bread was also amazing. Is everything in this world delicious?

“That Ouka girl came and told me too, you know? She said you were incredibly kind and warm yesterday and today. ‘Head-bang’ wasn’t an exaggeration, huh?”

“…I might have misspoke with ‘head-bang.'”

“Hahaha! Well, if your childhood friend says you’re kind, it’s not a bad thing.”

Childhood friend… Right, Ryota is Torao’s childhood friend.

So, I’ve gained another piece of information. Unfortunately, Ryota’s connection won’t be of much help in the future.

(By the way… I’ve realized something through this conversation. Everyone who gathers around Torao are genuinely good people. It’s surprising how he ended up like that, surrounded by such people.)

While I was pondering such things, Ryota uttered a slightly intriguing statement.

“In the past… It was the same when you helped Ouka, but sometimes you seem to become kind of different, you know?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s hard to explain… But sometimes, it really happens. You’re a genuine womanizer who loves cute and well-shaped girls. But there are moments when you suddenly help old ladies or small children, as if you’ve completely changed.”

“Well… Isn’t that just helping people?”

“Well, yeah. But from my perspective, knowing you, it seems like you’ve completely changed.”

Helping people like a changed person…

Why does this bother me so much? Wait, let me think a bit more… What were Torao’s character settings?

I dig deep into my memories, trying to recall―― and then, character settings about Torao start flooding into my mind.

[Torao Ozaki― A ladies’ man delinquent with a few sex friends. He’s only interested in beautiful young women and is a cold-hearted man who would never pay attention no matter how troubled someone is.]

…If my memories are correct, there’s no way there were never any scenes or moments where he was kind to anyone..

“Is that really me? Are you sure you’re not mistaking someone else?”

“Why would I mistake you for someone else? And the proof is Ouka, right? If it were you, you would have definitely just used and discarded her.”

“…”

This is bad… I’m getting more and more confused.

The character setting I know for Torao and the current relationships around me don’t connect at all. What’s going on?

Then, Ryota leaves the rooftop, and I’m left alone, relaxing… At that moment, a voice resurfaces smoothly.

“Oh, that girl seems to be in trouble, let’s help her.”

“Hey, what are you bullying her for, you idiot?”

“Are you alright, ma’am? Can you let me help you a bit?”

That voice undoubtedly belongs to Torao… But for some reason, I started to think about this:

I have no recollection of making such statements, yet I felt as though I said them myself. How and why did I come to think that way?