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Episode 4: Half-Baked No Matter What

At least one thing was clear now: the route where Yuya Saijo forces Ayane Hojo into an act that leads to her tragic first experience—and ultimately his suicide—was no longer an option.

But following the route to its original end? That was a whole other matter. Forcing Ayane into such a situation? Not a chance. I didn’t have the stomach or the callousness for it, no matter the circumstances.

Yuya’s spiral into despair wasn’t hard to understand, though. He’d poured his heart and soul into rebellion, only for reality to crush him with the revelation that none of it had mattered.

I couldn’t fully grasp his suffering. To end your own life speaks to a level of pain I couldn’t begin to imagine.

“Yuya, how’s school going?” By the time I made my way to the dining room, breakfast was already set.

The Saijo estate was absurdly massive. Just getting from the bathroom to the dining room took several minutes. The sheer scale of it felt more like a hassle than a luxury.

“It’s the same as always. Nothing special. Neither fun nor interesting. Just a bunch of idiots wasting time.”

“I see. If anything comes up, let me know. You are the heir to the Saijo family, after all. Should anything or anyone threaten that, I’ll crush them completely using all the resources at our disposal.”

“Yeah, yeah. Got it, Dad.” “Good. And remember—”

“‘Do not disgrace the Saijo name. Deliver results that make us proud, or don’t expect me to cover for you.’ Right? I get it. I won’t do anything illegal that could ruin us, and I’ll stay at the top in tests and sports. Happy?”

“Perfectly. That’s the kind of son I raised.” “Sure, sure.” Across the table, my mother merely watched our exchange with a serene smile, saying nothing.

It was evident that my parents were… not normal. They exuded an air that screamed: “The lives of others don’t matter, as long as it’s for our son’s benefit.” I didn’t just suspect it; I knew it to be true.

Yuya, in his naivety, had thought that minor acts of rebellion or poor behavior might somehow shake his parents’ grip or draw their attention to his struggles. But nothing changed. His “bad boy” act was too insignificant to rattle them.

Looking back at his memories and the game’s story, one word came to mind to describe Yuuya Saijo: half-baked.

Breakfast was, objectively speaking, good. The spread was a traditional Japanese meal—grilled fish, miso soup, tamagoyaki, and white rice. Simple, elegant, and well-made.

But to me, it lacked something. Having spent much of my past life relying on instant noodles, fast food, and convenience store meals, I couldn’t fully appreciate the subtlety. It reminded me of hospital food—delicately flavored but somehow unsatisfying.

If only they’d let me add a splash of soy sauce… For someone raised on this sort of refined cuisine, it probably seemed perfectly normal. But for me, accustomed to stronger flavors, it felt lacking.

Perhaps that too was a metaphor for this world I’d been thrown into—beautiful, orderly, but missing something vital.

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Episode 5: Truly, a Good Girl

Maybe I’ll stop by McDonald’s on my way back from school today.

The thought crossed my mind as I finished breakfast. To make it happen, though, I’d need to enlist my personal attendant, Misaki Inukai, as an accomplice. After all, if anyone was going to snitch, it’d be her. Better to preemptively rope her in.

As I got ready for another day at Seijoh Academy, the plan started to take shape.

“What’s wrong, Yuya-sama?” Misaki’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. She must’ve noticed something different about me today. Her curious yet concerned gaze was unmistakable, head tilted slightly like a puzzled puppy.

Misaki was always by my side, save for family moments, bath time, or when I was asleep. As my personal attendant, she even went to the same school and was already dressed in her Seijou Academy uniform, ready to leave whenever I was.

“Ah…” I sighed without thinking. Misaki’s expression instantly shifted to one of panic.

“I-I’m terribly sorry, Yuuya-sama! I overstepped my bounds by questioning you! Please forgive my insolence!”

She looked on the verge of tears, bowing deeply in apology. Her reaction hit me harder than I expected.

Thanks to Yuya’s memories, I knew how terribly he’d treated her. A wave of guilt washed over me, and before I knew it, the words came spilling out.

“No, Misaki. It’s not like that. I didn’t mean to upset you. Actually…” I hesitated but decided to press on.

“I’m sorry for all the cruel things I’ve said and done to you in the past. I know an apology can’t undo the damage, but at least let me say it. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you—money, whatever—just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”

Misaki’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips trembling slightly. Then, with a sudden urgency, she waved her hands and shook her head.

“P-please don’t apologize, Yuya-sama! If anything, I should be apologizing for failing to support you properly! I… I knew you were struggling, and yet I couldn’t do anything to help. So, um, let’s just… call it even! Yes, even! Let’s put it all behind us and move forward! So please, don’t lower your head like that!”

Her flustered yet earnest response left me speechless. I didn’t know if she genuinely believed what she was saying or if she was just trying to comfort me. But for some reason, I felt like I could trust her. Even if she were lying, even if I ended up hurt because of it, I didn’t mind. Misaki was someone I could believe in.

“Thank you…” I murmured. “N-no need to thank me…”

A strange, awkward atmosphere settled between us—tinged with a sweetness I couldn’t quite place.

Could Misaki possibly have feelings for Yuya Saijo? No, that couldn’t be it. Most likely, she was just wary of the Saijou family’s influence. That made more sense.

Still, her kindness felt genuine, and it made me wonder. If someone like Misaki had been there for Yuya all along, why hadn’t he noticed? But then again, desperation blinds people to the obvious.

Pushing the thought aside, I decided to focus on my plan. “So, Misaki, how about stopping by McDonald’s after school today? Just the two of us.”

Her face lit up in surprise, but then she smiled and nodded eagerly. “Of course, Yuya-sama. If that’s what you’d like, I’ll accompany you.”

Truly, she was a good girl.