In My Second Life, I'll Do Everything To Win You Over—My Beloved Childhood Friend Will Never Be Given To Anyone Else - Episode 9

Recently, I have started to feel two kinds of discomfort.

The first one is about Momoka.

Another thing is about myself.

Sighing, I put the half-read paperback on the desk. I had planned to read a bit more before bed, but I’ve only gotten through three pages.

The half-finished tea has completely cooled down.

“…Why is Momoka getting along with that guy?”

The guy who ended up sitting next to Momoka and even ended up in the same committee.

He seems to be popular among the girls for being cool, but I just can’t stand that guy.

Because you’re being so familiar with Momoka.

Since becoming a high school student, Momoka has changed. She’s started dressing more stylishly and has begun talking to boys.

That is the discomfort I feel towards Momoka.

And then…

“Why do I hate myself so much?”

My friend became fashionable and overcame her dislike of boys.

Normally, they should be happy.

Even so, I can’t help but feel not only ungrateful but also resentful.

That’s the second sense of discomfort.

You should dress up more since you’re cute, and you should talk properly with boys too.

It was me who said such a thing.

“But somehow, somehow…!”

Ah! Letting out an inarticulate sound, I leap into bed.

No matter how much I hit the pillow, this feeling of unease won’t go away.

I reached for my smartphone and opened the messaging app. After a moment’s hesitation, I sent a message to Momoka asking, “What are you doing now?”

“I was studying.”

I feel relieved when I get a reply right away.

When I replied that I was reading a book, I got a response right away.

“I’m so happy that Nagisa is reading the book. I’m looking forward to the movie too.”

If someone says it like this, you can’t help but feel like you have to read it properly, right?

Getting up, I picked up the paperback book again.

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As soon as she entered the classroom, Momoka lightly raised her right hand.

I wondered what it was and looked in the direction of Momoka’s gaze, and there was Kusakabe.

As I thought, he seems like a player, and it really annoys me.

Even in middle school, the classmate said you had three ex-girlfriends.

That kind of guy isn’t worthy of Momoka.

Peach Blossom

“What?”

The lips of the turned-around Touka are red. Just a little while ago, she didn’t even wear colored lipstick.

“It’s nothing, but…”

I can’t say “Don’t talk to Kusakabe!” It’s up to Momoka to decide who to talk to and who to get along with.

But I don’t like it when Touka talks to that guy.

“Nagisa? You look pale and unwell. Are you feeling sick?”

Touka peers into my face.

Her lustrous black hair swayed gently.

A faint, sweet scent wafted through the air. A sugary vanilla scent I didn’t know.

“Momoka, are you wearing perfume?”

“No, not really. Did you maybe smell it? I’ve been using a new hair milk since yesterday.”

Touka has always had long black hair. To maintain her beautiful hair, she takes proper care of it.

But, Momoka wasn’t supposed to like the smell of vanilla.

What Tohka likes is the citrus scent, right?

You hate those sweet, cloying scents that appeal to guys, right?

“Nagisa? You really look pale. What’s wrong?”

Is that scent for someone?

Feeling nauseous, I pushed Momoka’s shoulder hard.

“Sorry, I’m going to the bathroom!”

Still holding my bag, I burst out of the classroom I had just entered.