After My Girlfriend Dumped Me, I Got Reincarnated As A High School Student. That Part’s Fine—But Why Are All My Ex-Girlfriends Here Too? - Chapter 47 – Are there actually any get-well events? I didn’t have any.

“Ugh… so tired.”

After being called a few times to help the student council, and cramming all night for exams… well, actually, I didn’t finish studying at all.

Lately, I always fall asleep without realizing it, and I haven’t been sleeping in my bed at all.

Maybe that’s why my neck hurts…

But I should get up soon…

…Huh?

When I try to move, I notice my body feels strangely heavy.

Did Shima sneak into my room while I was sleeping and cling to me again?

No, no way… right?

“Good morning, big brother! You should get up and get ready—wait, big brother!?”

The door bursts open, and Hinami rushes in. When she sees me, her face turns pale, and she quickly comes closer.

“Your face looks terrible! Are you okay!?”

Apparently, I’m actually sick for real. Now that she mentions it, my head kind of hurts too… And then, something soft touches my forehead.

“Huh!?”

Hinami’s hand is on her forehead—and the other on mine.

W-wait… this is that classic scene from a light novel!!

“Y-you really are hot!”

I don’t know if it’s because I actually have a fever, or because I’m getting excited over this unexpected early-morning reward event…

Ah, no, wait—this might actually be serious…

“Big brother!? Mom!! MOM!!”

And with that, my consciousness faded away.

When I woke up again, there was a cooling sheet on my forehead, and an ice pillow behind my head.

The full-on sick person setup.

“Oh, you’re awake?

You’ve been staying up late a lot recently, so it finally caught up to you.”

That calm voice belonged to my mom.

“Y-yeah…”

It’s been so long since my mom took care of me like this.

In my previous life, I don’t remember getting sick and bedridden like this very often.

“Young or not, don’t push yourself too hard.

You’ve been studying really seriously for exams lately, but that means you probably haven’t been sleeping much, right?

So, take the time to rest now, okay?”

“Got it…”

“Do you feel like eating anything?”

“Not really…”

“Alright then, have this.”

She handed me a steaming cup of tea.

“Huh… this feels nostalgic.”

“Oh?”

When I was little and got sick, Mom would always give me sweet tea full of sugar.

I take a sip, and the warm, familiar taste spreads through my body.

It really feels like I’ve gone back in time.

“Well then, I’m heading to work. If you need anything, just message me.”

“’Kay.”

After Mom leaves the room and the sound of the front door closes, the house becomes completely silent.

In that stillness, even the ticking of the clock—which I usually never notice—feels strangely loud today.

It almost feels like I’m the only person left in the world.

And then—My phone starts ringing.

The screen says it’s Shima.

Of course. She’s so fast to call, as always. I was just getting into the quiet mood, too… Well, to be fair, I was starting to feel a bit lonely.

“Hello—”

“Yuta! Are you okay!? Should I come over right now!? No, wait, what about school—”

“Forget that, I’m more worried about you! Actually, I’m already on my way.”

“You’re already coming!?!”

Her reaction speed is beyond human.

“Shima, your job as a student is to study, you know.”

“My job is Yuta.”

Ah… yeah, I figured you’d say that.

Just then, the doorbell rings.

Oh great… someone’s here already.

When I don’t answer, the bell keeps ringing.

Okay, that’s actually kind of scary.

I know it’s Shima, but this is still terrifying.

After a few minutes of nonstop ringing, she finally gives up.

Or so I thought—

“Yutaaa~?”

Wait. She came in naturally!?

What!? Mom definitely locked the door before leaving!

Either our house security is awful… or Shima’s lockpicking skills are terrifying.

Probably the latter.

“See? You’re home after all!”

And she just casually walks right into my room!?

“You… what about school?”

“How could I sit through class when Yuta’s sick at home!?”

“I mean, I appreciate the thought, but still…”

Of all the rom-com “sick day” visit events I could get, why did it have to be with Shima?

Well, I guess I shouldn’t complain.

In my past life, I never got anything like this.

“So! For a hospital visit, the first thing to do is sleep beside you, right!?”

“That’s… definitely not the first thing.”

Yeah, sure, a “cute girl sleeping next to me” event never happened before—but this feels wrong!

“You could at least make some—wait, no, never mind.”

“You want me to cook something!?”

“Ah—no, no, please don’t. My bad, sorry!”

“You totally rejected me! So mean!”

If I let her cook, she’d probably say, “I didn’t have pasta, so I used my hair instead,” and serve it with a straight face.

“…Yuta, are you thinking something really rude right now?”

“Huh? No! Of course not!”

Or she’d say, “I ran out of ketchup, so I used my bl00d,” and make “Bloody Omurice.”

“I’m actually good at cooking, you know?”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah?”

“Like, not Hair-getti or Bloody Omurice (the real one)?”

“What even are those!? I’d never make that!!”

“Eh?”

“But if Yuta really wants—”

“No, I’m good.”

“So, mean…”

Yeah, I’m really not risking that.

“Then… could you make me some udon?”

“Okay! Leave it to me!”

She bolts out of the room, probably to buy ingredients.

After a few minutes, I hear her come back, and after a while, a nice smell starts to drift through the air.

“It’s done~!”

Shima walks in with a bowl of udon, topped with egg, meat, and wakame.

She even brought a small plate and chopsticks.

It looks completely normal.

And it smells… actually really good.

But wait—those bandages on her fingers!

“Don’t tell me you used your bl00d as a secret ingredient…”

“I didn’t!! I just cut myself by accident while chopping stuff!”

God, don’t scare me like that.

“If you’re good at cooking, how do you even make that mistake?”

“Because I got so happy thinking Yuta would eat my food!”

…Yeah. That’s a Shima answer.

“Here, Yuta. Say ‘ahh~.’”

“I can eat by myself…”

“Nope. Let me feed you, just this once.”

“You just want to do it, don’t you…”

“Tch, you caught me.”

Did she just click her tongue at me!?

“But I really do want to take care of you, Yuta. Even though you always ignore me.”

“Well, you do spam my phone like crazy.”

“Because if we’re not connected, I get scared.”

Lately, she’s toned it down a little—a little—since she realized I wasn’t replying much.

Still, the “slightly less spammy” version of her is… well, you can imagine.

“Don’t you have any hobbies or something?”

“Hobbies? Yuta.”

“What? Don’t tell me I’m your hobby.”

Yup. Hi, I’m Misumi Yuta, her hobby.

“When I think about you, I can’t do anything else.”

“Yeah, that’s… kinda heavy.”

Seriously, she’s way too much sometimes.

Like with Mizuho, maybe there’s a reason she ended up like this too.

But still… “Do your parents know how intense you are?”

If my daughter were like this, I’d be seriously worried.

“They don’t know.”

“What?”

I mean, this is a girl who hides GPS trackers and bug devices for fun!

“My dad and mom don’t care about me.”

“…Huh?”

“My family owns a big company.

My older brother’s the heir, so they love him a lot… but me? They don’t expect anything from me.” Listening to her, I start to understand.

So that’s it.

Her obsession, her loneliness—it’s probably because her parents never gave her love or attention.

It’s cruel, really.

They bring you into the world, and if you’re not what they want, they just ignore you. Some people don’t just ignore—they abort, or even kill, their unwanted children. Lives born from momentary pleasure, only to end before they begin. Compared to that, maybe Shima’s still… luckier? No, that’s not the point. It’s just so unfair.

“When I was dating you, I was really happy, you know?

I could forget all the bad things. No matter how selfish I was, you still accepted me.

Even now, you forgave me.”

“Well, maybe I was patient… okay, very patient.”

“But you didn’t abandon me.”

“You did abandon me, though.”

“That was… yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Apologies don’t really fix that, you know.”

“But still…”

“Relax. I’m not gonna ditch you again—unless you ditch me first.”

“I won’t! Never! I’ll never leave you, ever again!”

She closes the distance between us—way too close!

And what’s that smell? She’s so close, and—wait, soft!?

“Okay, okay, personal space, please!”

Otherwise, things are gonna get dangerous real quick!!

I’ll say it again: Shima’s personality is a lot, but she’s still… pretty cute. (Yes, I had to repeat that.)

“Then can I call and text you every day!?”

…Here we go again.

“Uh, maybe once in a while…”

“So, you mean you’ll talk to me all the time!?”

“Do you even know what ‘once in a while’ means? Look it up in a dictionary!”

“My dictionary doesn’t have ‘once in a while’ in it!”

“Wow, okay, Napoleon. You’re impossible.”

“So, we’ll be together forever, right?”

She smiles sweetly, like she’s already imagining that happy future in her head.

“I said once in a while.”

“I don’t know what that means~.”

Well… spending time with her once in a while might not be so bad.

Once in a while, though. (Seriously.)

On a perfectly normal weekday afternoon.