"My condition is that you change how you address me. From now on, don't call me Minister or Yukinoshita-san."
That was the condition proposed by Takumi Yuuya.
Yukinoshita Yukino paused for a few seconds, then agreed.
Just changing a form of address meant she could avoid having to cook at Takumi's house — of course she was willing.
Takumi smiled.
"Xukino-chan, can I go now?"
"What… did you just say?"
"Let me go."
"I said the form of address! "
"Xukino-chan… not allowed?"
"Change it."
Hearing that nickname made Yukino think of her own sister.
Takumi shook his head.
"I just like this name. If you don't want to use it, forget it. Pretend this never happened. No one knows about it anyway. You still…"
"Is it really just the form of address?"
"I wouldn't dare make excessive demands."
"Are there any foods you won't eat?"
"I'm not picky. Any bento you make is fine. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's lunch."
"I understand. Goodbye."
After saying this, Yukino turned and left.
She hadn't gone far before a voice called out:
"See you tomorrow, Xukino-chan."
Yukino froze and turned her head.
Seeing the students at the bike shed staring at her, her eyes instantly became icy.
Takumi stopped, wearing an innocent expression.
Yukino snorted coldly, averted her gaze, and walked out of the school.
"Disgust level from Yukinoshita Yukino +10"
A message popped up on Takumi's virtual screen.
He closed it with satisfaction.
Thirty points of disgust a day — that would do nicely.
The house Takumi bought was less than 500 meters from Sobu High, resembling a typical two-story anime-style home.
He bought freshly fried chicken nuggets from a convenience store and rode his bike back.
From the bedroom, he picked out a clean set of clothes.
Half an hour later, he was seated on the living room sofa with his laptop, resuming the anime he hadn't finished yesterday.
The anime in this world wasn't entirely unrelated to the shows he knew — only similar shadows could be seen.
For example:
Isekai anime were here considered "toilet paper."
Traditional romance dramas were abundant.
Magical girl series were still popular among children.
There was no Madoka Magica, no Steins;Gate, no Attack on Titan, no Naruto, no One Piece, no Bleach.
This was good for Takumi.
He had already seen many shows from his original world more than once.
All the anime in this world was new to him.
At first, he had considered bringing novels or anime from his previous world.
But when he tried to start writing, he realized he couldn't.
And truly suitable novels for this world? He hadn't read many.
Night fell.
After finishing dinner, Takumi sat at his laptop.
He skillfully navigated to an artist website and found Kashiwagi Eri, whom he had been following.
As a transmigrator, he naturally knew her true identity.
She was a top figure on the site, and any otaku could name several of her works.
Takumi had collected quite a few himself.
After careful examination, he concluded her works were high-quality, logically plotted, and very usable.
But that wasn't why he was interested.
He had been following her to increase disgust levels.
Now, it was time to begin.
He opened a private message and typed:
"Sawamura-kun, you wouldn't want everyone to know your identity, right?"
Click. Send.
A small smile appeared on his face.
The bait had been cast.
By tomorrow morning, he should have a catch.
A night passed in an instant.
The alarm rang at 7 a.m.
Takumi got up, changed into his Sobu High uniform, washed up, and had breakfast.
He opened his laptop and saw Kashiwagi Eri's reply:
"Who are you?"
"How much do you want?"
"What are your conditions?"
She was clearly frightened.
Only her parents knew her true identity.
A stranger had suddenly mentioned her surname, along with her school-based honorific.
It was obvious he was from the same school.
If students found out she was Kashiwagi Eri, it would cause quite an uproar.
Takumi thought for a moment and replied:
"I'll wait for you on the rooftop of the school building."
The car stopped in front of Sobu High.
Sawamura Eriri got out, looking at the rooftop and hesitating for a few seconds before moving forward.
Minutes later, she stood in front of the door to the rooftop and opened it.
She approached the black-haired boy with his back to her, stopping behind him.
"How did you know?"
"It's a secret, Sawamura-kun."
Takumi turned around and smiled at her.
Golden twin tails, a fair oval face, blue eyes like gemstones.
Petite and cute, dressed in a well-tailored Sobu High uniform.
She bore some resemblance to Yukinoshita Yukino.
Eriri clenched her fists, furious and full of disgust.
"Disgust level from Sawamura Eriri +20"
The message appeared on his virtual screen, and Takumi's smile deepened.
Her disgust came so quickly — he only needed to prep Yukino's levels a bit, but Eriri had given twenty points right away.
A worthy target indeed.
"What are your conditions? Speak!" Eriri said through gritted teeth.
If he dared to propose something strange, she wouldn't forgive him.
"It's simple. I want a custom work from Ms. Kashiwagi," Takumi requested.
"That's it?" she froze.
"You decide the plot," he continued.
"No problem," she replied.
"Then let's exchange contacts. I'll send you the plot, and you must finish the work within a week."
"You're sure that's the only condition?"
Eriri looked incredulous. He should have asked for something outrageous, like in some manga.
Takumi stepped closer, smiling.
"You must be thinking I'll demand manga-villain-level conditions, but comics are comics, reality is reality. I can tell the difference."
"Besides, I'm friends with Yukinoshita Yukino. I have lunch with her every day. You're cute, but Xukino's cuteness surpasses yours."
"However, I've caught your weakness. Until graduation, I won't let you go."
"Of course, I won't propose anything excessive. I'm not interested in you."
The moment he finished,
"Disgust level from Sawamura Eriri +30"