While Taking Care of My Shut-In Little Sister, I Somehow Ended Up Ejaculating Inside a Beautiful Girl - Chapter 14: Ren-chan, do you remember?

Chapter 14: Ren-chan, do you remember?

(Yuu POV)

When I was like Tsuki-chan recently—no, worse—when I was being bullied.

But… in a good way, it’s something I could never forget.

I was so full of myself back then, as a kid.

Schoolwork, sports—everything felt easy.

I was actually better than everyone else.

I could get along with anyone instantly.

But… no, because of that, I think.

I didn’t understand other people’s pain.

I didn’t get how it felt to ‘not be able’ to do something.

Naturally, I was insensitive about it. I probably said a lot of hurtful things.

Most of the time, I don’t think people took it seriously…

But eventually, you pay a price for that.

The one who hurts someone’s pride forgets quickly, but the one who’s hurt remembers forever.

By the time I realized that, hell had already spread out before me.

*

It was after school one day in second grade.

I’d finished my committee duties and returned to the classroom, only to freeze in front of my desk.

Vulgar words. Drawings. Slanderous graffiti scrawled across it.

The kids who wrote it were young, so it was low-level insults, but still.

I was the same age, and my heart couldn’t take it.

It was like a scrape from a fall that hurt way more than it should—tears and sobs welling up from deep inside without knowing why.

I never imagined that mean words from classmates could feel so sad, so scary.

*

After that, everything around me visibly changed.

Friends, acquaintances—everyone started avoiding me.

The girls ignored me completely.

They’d say nasty things just loud enough for me to hear. Every time, I fought back tears, pretending I was fine.

But when I was alone, I’d cry.

*

From then on, I hated going to committee activities I used to love. Worst of all, I dreaded returning to my desk or the classroom after being away.

One day, when the bullying was especially bad, my notebook, textbooks, pencil case—they weren’t in my desk or my backpack.

I searched, praying they wouldn’t be where I feared, but I found them.

In the trash.

All my school supplies.

The cute little companions my parents bought me.

Torn to shreds, broken, defiled.

I wish I could say I got angry, but…

I was just sad, horrified, terrified. I collapsed to the floor, my butt hitting the ground.

My legs gave out—that’s what it means, right? I couldn’t stand up, no strength in my limbs. Honestly.

It was my first taste of failure.

The realization that there were things I couldn’t do, things I couldn’t control—it hit me hard.

*

But… it wasn’t all bad.

Looking back, that moment was probably fate.

‘Hey, what’s wrong?’

‘…Huh?’

A kid, alone in the corner of an empty classroom, clinging to a trash can, sobbing.

That pathetic little me.

Someone called out to me from behind.

Right. When I turned around, there he was—

‘Hoshimiya… kun…’

Hoshimiya-kun.

Ren-chan.

Back then, he was just the boy next door, in my morning walking group, nothing more than a classmate.

Ren-chan had moved in around the time we started elementary school, but I didn’t know much about him. I just thought, ‘Oh, a new house got built next to ours while it was under construction.’

So, to me back then, Ren-chan was just ‘the boy next door.’ We hadn’t talked much.

‘Onodera-chan, the other day, you helped Shiori when she fell in front of our house, right?’

‘…Huh? Shiori?’

‘Yeah, my little sister.’

‘…Oh, right.’

I remembered what he was talking about.

*

Come to think of it, the other day, there was this little girl—kindergarten age, maybe—who fell and cried in front of our house.

She’d wandered out alone, and it was a big deal, like, ‘What if she got hit by a car?’

All I did was help her up and take her back to your place. No big deal.

When I rang your doorbell, this flustered boy came out alone. He saw me holding hands with his little sister and looked so relieved.

‘Thanks. I owe you one,’ he said, giving me this intense look.

I got all embarrassed and ran back home.

…Back then, I thought you were kinda gloomy, Ren-chan.

We were in the same morning walking group, so we saw each other a lot, and I’d try to talk to you, but you’d just give half-hearted replies. We barely had real conversations, so I didn’t exactly like you…

But that first real talk we had—well, never mind that. The important part comes next.

*

When the bullying broke my heart, and I was crumpled on the floor, clinging to the trash can in that pathetic state, unable to stand.

This boy crouched down, met my eyes, and said,

‘You know, I actually kinda like your smile.’

‘What…!?’

Can you believe it!? Ren-chan said that with a straight face back then!

Kyaa~! ♥♥♥

Haha, you’re blushing! ♥ Back then, you hardly ever got embarrassed, always saying stuff so directly! ♥

…Oh, right, and then this amazing boy—Ren-chan—said something even more incredible.

‘I’ll teach you a magic spell to stand up.’

At first, I didn’t get it, so I asked,

‘‘Magic’? What do you mean?’

He raised his index finger, all confident, and said,

‘I can actually use magic.’

‘‘Magic’!? Like, with a wand…?’

‘You don’t need a wand to use magic.’

‘No way!?’

I was so shocked, honestly!

‘Show me this ‘magic’ right now!!’

‘Sure. I’ll show you, but first, stand up. Come on—’

‘Huh? Wait—’

Ren-chan, all confident and natural, reached out to me as I sat there, slumped.

He pulled me up, practically forcing me to stand—

‘So, where’s this ‘magic’!?’

I asked, my heart pounding with excitement.

I mean, magic’s from fairy tales, right?

And this boy in front of me, dressed a little oddly, might actually be a wizard or something.

Maybe this strange kid could use magic.

That’s what I started to think, standing there on trembling legs, supported by him.

‘For real? You can really use magic?’

‘Yup. Look, you’re already standing, aren’t you?’

‘…Huh?’

‘Huh?’

He let go of my hand with a mischievous grin.

I was so stunned, so confused, I couldn’t even speak.

I mean, come on, that’s weird, right?

He said he’d teach me magic, told me to stand, helped me up, and then just acted like that was it.

What’s with this kid? That’s what you’d think, right?

‘Pretty cool, huh?’

‘Uh…’

‘With my magic, you stood up. The shaking’ll stop soon, too.’

Ren-chan puffed out his chest, all proud and confident.

I had no idea what he was saying or thinking, so I just stood there, dazed.

‘…Oh.’

Then, it hit me, a bit late.

I’d somehow… forgotten that awful feeling, the bullying, everything, completely.

My legs had strength again. I could stand on my own.

The trembling was gone.

*

All because of something so simple.

Life, everything—it’s all about perspective.

That’s what I realized.

I don’t know how much of it Ren-chan planned, but my head felt clear, my mood lifted.

It was so ridiculous, I started laughing.

‘That’s the smile!’

Seeing me like that, Ren-chan gave this cool little smirk and said,

‘That’s the smile I wanted to see.’

So cheesy, right!? ♥♥♥

But so, so cool! ♥♥♥

…What? Of course it was you, Ren-chan.

Not some lookalike or long-lost twin.

You remember it, don’t you?

What? You don’t? No way, you nodded earlier like you did! I remember people’s words and actions perfectly!

*

Yup. That’s what I’ll always remember.

A precious memory, then and now, just mine.

My first love… still unfulfilled.