Chapter 1:

What Comes Around Goes Around

An Unrealistic Day with A Realistic Love in Imaginary Ways

“I don’t want to go to the school tomorrow...”

“Are you sure? Maybe you’re not hopeless as you guess.”

“Wait! You’re right. Maybe there is someone who wants to give me chocolates! I’ll definitely come to school!”

“Haha! You’re easy for convincing.”

“Well... I think... If certain someone doesn’t come to school tomorrow, we can have more chocolates.”

When he said this, he pointed his finger on me.

“Indeed! He is a monster who steals all girls’ heart. You’re a monster as both physically and mentally.”

My friends complimented me by saying this but that made me uneasy instead of happy. I had a hard time not to sigh.

“If you want me not to come school tomorrow, I can’t do that because I have absenteeism problem,” I said. My friend who joked about me laughed hard and “Man, you always take everything serious,” he said.

I’m Akira Kenji. 17 years old, a last year high school student. Me and my two close friends Mura and Kunimi are walking to the home after we ate something in the city center. Since we got so exhausted and hungry after club training that we ended up a restaurant close to school. As you guess, it’s 14th February tomorrow and they are talking about it.

I don’t like to think like that but I don’t like Valentine’s Day since middle school. The reason is not my getting a lot of chocolates from girls or my popularity among them. On the days like Valentine’s even my friends behave as I am from a different world. I don’t like that feeling. I’m having hard times to keep my cool image when I’m surrender with a lot of people on days like Valentine’s Day.

And... There is one more thing... I feel lonely in that day. Since the person I’m in love can’t give me chocolates, since I can’t give her, either, I feel so lonely and hopeless. The reason is not that she has a boyfriend or she got rejected me already. She is just impossible.

You know... In middle school or high school, there are guys nobody ignores them. They sit on their chairs all day and talk to nobody. They wear glasses and they have tiny bodies. Because of their image, they are usually bullied. And... they are always alone.

As you guess they have a predictable hobby. They are otakus and they are bullied again and again because of their hobby.

I am a hopeless otaku. Since I know what happens to otaku people in social life, I tried to hide my hobby with my physic and mental statement. I really worked so hard in sports and classes that I have become a popular person in my school.

With this tall height, wide shoulders, perfect body and handsome face... Star of the tennis club, prince of the third classroom Akira Kenji is an otaku. People would not believe that.

Anyway... I attended my club activity. I ate in a restaurant and I am walking home with my friends now. I’m in a conversation with them but in fact, I am not able to wait to go home and rewatch Ino-chan's last episode at the same time.

You heard it. Ino is my favorite female anime character and my only lover, a 2d lover... In other words, my waifu. She is a side character in an action and historical anime. “Love of A Young Emperor”. It’s a story about a young and kind hearted emperor and his love for a farmer girl. Ino-chan is a kunoichi who adores his young lord and dedicated herself to protect him. She is a responsible, lovely and smart woman.

Ah... Here we go... I think about her while I am talking with my friends. I need to stop this and focus on my friends.


When we were crossing the park, we heard a scream. As soon as I looked at the park gate, I saw a guy holding a bag and he was running. Before people figure what is going on, my legs started to move. In a few seconds I was on smuggler and caught him.

Luckily, there was a policeman nearby. When he arrested the smuggler, we checked owner of the bag. She was an old lady. She was wearing pretty interesting clothes. And her bag was not an ordinary accessory, too.

The old lady thanked us. After we were sure she was okay, we headed to the home. When we were a few meters away from her, I heard her calling.

“I will reward—”

“Man! What a day!” Mura said. With this sentence I'm distracted and I looked at Mura, not the old lady. Since he said that with a loud voice, I couldn’t hear the woman clearly. When I returned to her to ask what she said, there was nobody there. The old lady was gone.

“Her clothes were interesting. She seemed like fortunetellers and magicians in TV shows.” Kunimi said.

“Yeah.” I said and headed to home.

I looked at the watch on the wall. It was 23.50. I did it again. I got carried away with a fan fiction whose main character was Ino-chan. It was so exciting that I forgot the time and read all story. I need to go bathroom and then to the bed now.

When I was at the door, I heard a sound in my room. I got panicked and jumped in. At first, I couldn’t see anything. Then I looked around one more time carefully and I saw something in front of the window.

I know that thing. It’s a gate from the other worlds and it is about to shade away. I let it go because I don’t want to enter a world which I don’t know. Now, I am thinking why I didn’t get surprised to a supernatural incident.

Why did this gate open in my room? If it shaded away before I entered in, what was that door for? Or more realistically, did I see a hallucination? Then I remembered the sound before. That’s true! If that door was not for me, was that for another person?

I checked the room again. There was nothing different except the wardrobe door. It was half open. I headed there. Before I opened it, someone jumped out from the wardrobe and made me fall to the ground. She was onto me, holding a kunai on my throat and her eyes were looking at me with fear and anger. I hold my breath for a second. The reason was not fear or surprise. I was just fascinated to those real beautiful eyes.

Before she ordered “Where are we? Who are you? Why am I here?” questions with my favorite seiyuu’s voice, I put my hands up. Since I knew she could calm down with a person who was calmer than her, I began to talk slowly.

“I suggest you to ask your questions with a low voice. Because if people find out there is a girl in my room, that would be trouble for both of us.”