In My Second Life, I'll Do My Best To Win You Over ~I Won't Let Anyone Else Have My Beloved Childhood Friend~ - Episode 3
Episode 3: A Second Life
“Why?”—there’s no point in asking.
Because even if I did, I wouldn’t understand the answer.
Regardless, I, who was supposed to be dead, have returned to my high school days.
“So… does this mean I can change the future?”
Nagisa became someone else’s. Unable to bear it, I took my own life.
I must have made my mother and father incredibly sad, too.
But now, could I change that future?
“I’ll never say again that it’s fine as long as Nagisa is happy.”
Because the one who will make Nagisa happy is me.
“I will definitely make Nagisa mine…!”
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“I’m heading out.”
I step out of the house and walk a little.
Nagisa’s house is just a one-minute walk from mine.
I press the doorbell. There’s a loud commotion inside, and then the front door swings open.
“Sorry, Momoka! I took a bit longer to get ready—wait, Momoka, did you put on makeup!?”
“Yeah. You’re the one who said it, right? That we should start wearing makeup to school once we get into high school.”
Right after finishing our high school entrance exams, Nagisa and I went to buy cosmetics together.
But back then, I wasn’t interested in makeup. In the end, I found it too troublesome and hardly ever wore it to school.
“Well, yeah, but! You weren’t really into it before. But I’m happy! And it looks amazing on you—you’re so cute!”
Nagisa beams as she steps closer, peering at my face.
Her round, bright eyes fix on me, and my heart skips a beat.
Even in high school, Nagisa is still incredibly adorable.
She looks great in her blazer, and despite her heavy use of glitter in her makeup, it suits her perfectly.
Her hair isn’t dyed, but it’s slightly lighter and falls just past her shoulders.
She started growing it out after she began dating that guy.
That guy pisses me off. Nagisa looks good with any hairstyle—forcing her to match his taste is ridiculous.
“Thanks, Nagisa. You’re really cute too.”
“Wha—?! Stop, that’s embarrassing!”
Flustered, Nagisa playfully smacks my back multiple times.
Back in high school, I was too shy to compliment her as much as I truly wanted to.
But I’m different now.
I’ve decided to win Nagisa over.
From now on, I’ll give it everything I’ve got to make her fall for me.
“I hope we end up in the same class.”
Nagisa says this as we walk together.
“I’m sure we will.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re connected by the red thread of fate.”
“Hey! Don’t say something like that with a straight face!”
She pouts—but she’s smiling.
Sure, what I said might not be the truth.
Nagisa wasn’t bound to me. She was tied to that guy instead.
But the gods have given me another chance.
Red threads can be woven by our own hands. And if Nagisa and that guy are connected by one, I’ll shred it to pieces as many times as it takes.
“Nagisa, let’s make the most of high school together.”
“Of course! Even if we end up in different classes, we have to go to and from school together, okay?”
“Yeah. It’s a promise.”
This time, I will never let Nagisa go.
I will live with her until the very end—and we will rest in the same grave.