[April 1st]
Today at the school gate, I encountered that mixed-race beautiful girl—Sawamura Spencer Eriri.
We accidentally collided because we were both in a hurry, but fortunately, I reached out and caught her the moment she was about to fall backward, preventing an accident.
Her waist was very slender, her golden twin tails were full of vitality, and her blue eyes reminded me of the clear sky.
The black knee-high socks reaching mid-thigh and her short skirt outlined the mysterious absolute territory that demanded exploration.
Even at close distance, her beauty remained undiminished—completely different from those women whose looks are built up with cosmetics, making it impossible to look away.
She thanked me with a red face and ears. When she spoke, her cute little canine teeth were displayed without any guard.
At that moment, I felt like Cupid had shot my heart with an arrow of love.
She was like an angel—I had already been captivated by her.
After this, through various channels, I learned that she was close to a male student from our school and seemed to have feelings for him.
But none of this matters to me. I just need to give silently, and she'll know who has always been by her side.
The urgent task is to find common topics, then get her contact information, and slowly close the distance between us.
[April 5th]
I learned Eriri's secret. Although we're not yet familiar enough to call each other by first names, at least let me address her this way in my diary.
Eriri is a closet otaku. Perhaps this is an opportunity for me to get closer to her.
[April 11th]
It was raining heavily. After several days of stakeout, I finally saw Eriri leaving home with an umbrella.
Dressed completely differently from school, she wore a conservative green tracksuit, but it still couldn't hide the charm radiating from her entire being.
As I expected, she entered a manga store. I waited a moment and went in, pretending it was a coincidence.
Her panicked appearance was like a startled rabbit. I wanted to laugh but held back thinking of my purpose.
After some conversation, I successfully made her think I was also a hardcore otaku. She relaxed and accepted me as someone with common interests.
We exchanged contact information and even made plans to visit anime conventions together and discuss anime series.
Happy.
[April 19th]
My relationship with Eriri has grown closer. She seems quite dissatisfied with someone called 'Kasumigaoka Utaha,' and I often hear complaints about her.
I comfort her and guide her through it.
I firmly believe that by taking it slow like this, she will surely feel my care for her.
[April 21st]
During lunch break, as usual, I went to Eriri's club activities to deliver a bento I made by hand.
I didn't stay long in that four-person club because I know Eriri seems to have special feelings for that male student.
It's okay. I won't do anything inappropriate to make things difficult for her. I just want to stay by her side.
...
Murakami Yuu sat at his desk, looking at the diary 'he' had written, showing a disgusted expression.
"What the hell is this overwhelming nauseating simp aura..."
Muttering softly, he chose to continue reading.
Given that his memories were still somewhat confused, the diary 'he' wrote was the best way to organize his thoughts.
...
[April 23rd]
This happened after PE class this afternoon. My friend and I were organizing sports equipment on the playground.
During this time, there were intermittent, bell-like clear singing voices. After finishing the cleanup, out of curiosity, I went to the rooftop of the school building.
The moment I opened the door, with the setting sun as backdrop, I saw a girl with her hands placed behind her back.
Shoulder-length brown hair, a fair and delicate face, slowly opening and closing lips—all combined into a heavenly voice that took my breath away.
She was like a happy sprite, lost in her own musical world.
I had never seen such an excellent person who combined talent and beauty. My heart leaped with joy.
It told me it longed to talk with her, hoped to develop things further with her...
[April 24th]
That girl's name is Ogiso Setsuna, an idol figure at school. Unlike her appearance suggests, she's very polite to people.
But I can feel that she has an imperceptible resistance and distance toward me...
[April 25th]
After walking Eriri home with an umbrella, I returned to school and saw Setsuna standing at the shoe lockers, looking lost...
[April 27th]
I invited Setsuna to karaoke. Her singing voice intoxicated me.
When she sang 'WHITE ALBUM,' her voice became somewhat choked up, as if remembering something unpleasant.
I was at a loss, and seeing me like this, Setsuna smiled happily.
I smiled along with her.
...
Murakami Yuu's fingertips tapped back and forth on the desk surface, his brow furrowing more and more.
What kind of operation was this? One wasn't even secured yet, and he'd set his sights on another?
And why was this intense simp aura getting stronger? Was he really just shamelessly pursuing without any dignity?!
Losing some patience, Murakami Yuu began flipping through the diary rapidly, skipping several pages.
...
[May 5th]
My relationship with Setsuna has progressed further. She wants to make delicious bentos for someone she likes. We agreed to meet at my house this weekend to improve her cooking skills...
[May 12th]
Eriri seems to have encountered a new rival, a girl named 'Kato Megumi'...
[May 23rd]
A new transfer student named Shijo Maki...
[June 3rd]
Became friends with Mikazuki Yozora and Kashiwazaki Sena...
[July 8th]
The greeting style of Yuigahama Yui from the Service Club, "Yahallo," is really cute...
[August 13th]
The older woman who moved in next door...
[September 20th]
The one who came for a home visit...
...
!!!
"What the hell!"
Murakami Yuu's expression changed dramatically. The disdain on his face completely transformed into shock.
The electronic clock on the desk showed October 13th, meaning from April until now—just over six months—the original owner of this body had insanely simped after more than ten women!
And it seemed he maintained quite good relationships with all of them.
This wave, this was a reverse operation.
Simp for one and you're a dog, simp for a group and you're a king.
As long as you simp fast enough and to enough people, you won't suffer yourself—a typical case of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.
Perhaps he had underestimated the original owner. This level of execution and shamelessness was simply amazing.
"Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding ding ding ding dong!"
The urgent doorbell pulled Murakami Yuu's thoughts back to reality.
He threw the diary into the desk drawer, got up, and went to the entrance to open the door.
"Yuu! Listen to me! That Kasumigaoka Utaha, she..."
Eriri angrily stepped inside the moment the door opened, but her words were cut off halfway as Murakami Yuu raised his hand to stop her.
He pointed at her feet, his voice cold and emotionless: "Take off your shoes first."
Eriri awkwardly stepped back, obediently crouched down to remove her shoes, put on the slippers Murakami Yuu handed her, and followed him to the living room.
Taking two cans of iced cola from the refrigerator and placing them on the table.
Murakami Yuu slowly spoke: "So, what's the matter?"
Looking at Murakami Yuu in front of her, Eriri unconsciously swallowed. She felt that today, he seemed to have become somewhat colder, something was not quite right...