Ding… Dong! Ding… Dong! Click!
"Aaaah~ time for school again."
He slapped the alarm off. He had exactly one hour to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and leave his apartment for school.
His eyes were half-closed as he stared up at the attic ceiling. His messy blonde hair obscured some of his features, but his eyes were visible enough.
They were red. Yes, red.
He let out a small sigh, a thought drifting through his mind. 'I missed morning practice again... Aoyama is going to be pissed. Or maybe just a little worried...!'
His hand blindly reached for his phone on the bed, which was still connected to his earphones. He yanked them out—
And loud music instantly blasted through the room.
"Eeeeh!"
He scrambled to kill the music on his phone before he gave himself a headache. Waking up to that kind of noise was the absolute best way to ruin your mood for the day.
He opened his chat app, a faint smile touching his lips.
Aoyama: Heeeey! I knocked endlessly on your door but you haven't responded, grrrr [<>]
Aoyama: If you don't wanna train just say it...
Ao: I was just worried about you, Yesterday you weren't in your apartment :)
Ao: aaaargh whatever, make sure to reply whenever you see my msgs-
Ao: ...btw, my stepmom said you could pass by to eat breakfast if you liked (Don't go... I know she'll be a pain in the ass to deal with "-"
"Oaaaah!"
A barrage of messages from Aoyama! He was his closest friend, the only one who had stuck by his side despite everything that happened.
He typed out a quick reply.
Kira: Okay, We'll meet at school!
He tossed the phone onto the bed and stared at the ceiling again.
Except, he wasn't looking at the ceiling. He was staring at something else. Something from another world. Something he had acquired three months ago.
He was staring at a blue screen floating in front of him.
He sighed. "Haa... A window panel? Or a System?!"
It was as if he had gained the ability to see something no one else could. He still remembered that day vividly. He had been exhausted; training for hours on end had finally taken its toll.
When he jumped to perform a Spike, everything around him collapsed. His mind went blank, his vision blurred, and he was hit by a wave of dizziness and fatigue.
The last thing he heard was his teammates calling out his name, and a sound echoing inside his head:
[DING! Welcome to the Perfect Lover System! Host: Kira Keito....]
'Arrgh, what is this...'
He had lost consciousness immediately after. He didn't wake up until hours later, finding himself lying on a bed in the high school infirmary.
'Eh?! Maybe it was just a dream? I was exhausted and didn't sleep last night, so I just passed out.'
He looked around the infirmary, searching for something. He was looking for the source of that blue light he saw right before he blacked out, the one that accompanied the voice in his head.
But there was nothing. Everything was perfectly normal—the beds, the open window, the sunset. He had been lying there for hours; he needed to leave.
But then he remembered the voice that had echoed in his mind.
Kira muttered, "Perfect Lover System!"
A faint blue light manifested before him.
With a look of disbelief, he whispered, "Wh— What is this?"
He stepped closer and reached out to grab the floating window. He had to know what this thing appearing in front of him was.
He was so deep in thought he didn't notice a thing. Only a woman's voice snapped him back to his senses and reality.
A soft, feminine shriek. "Aaaaaanh~ K-Kira-san what are—you~!"
When Kira focused, he realized his hand—the one he stretched out to grab the blue panel—had passed right through it as if it were intangible.
And somehow, he hadn't noticed the person standing right in front of him.
'The fuck~ it's Minami Shizuka~'
Kira stared at Shizuka. She was the school nurse at Asahi High.
Shizuka was wearing a white coat like a typical doctor, but the buttons were undone. She wore tight jeans that accentuated her curves, and a white wool sweater tucked into the pants. The sweater was tight, emphasizing her large breasts.
One of which Kira was currently holding.
Her soft black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, the sunset reflecting in her brown eyes. Her expression was flushed red with embarrassment.
In a flustered tone, Kira stammered, "Argh~ Shizu— I mean Minami-san! Your breast~ no! I mean, I didn't mean to do that~ Grabbing your boobs—"
Shizuka spoke in a modest voice, averting her eyes as if pleading for him to stop staring. "It's okay, just put your hand down... Hah!"
As if realizing he was struggling to do just that, she grabbed his hand with both of hers and gently moved it away. Kira felt the soft weight leaving his palm. It felt velvety, like tofu or a marshmallow.
Kira didn't know what to say. His eyes were glued to her large chest. Shizuka felt his intense gaze, as if he were eating her alive.
In a defensive move, she crossed her arms over her chest, protecting her buried treasure from the treasure hunter trying to seize it. Kira felt the situation spiraling out of control.
He was confused. He wasn't usually indecent, but this was out of the ordinary.
He quickly sidestepped her. "Sorry, Minami-san! I didn't mean to, it was just a misunderstanding!"
Kira fled the infirmary.
Shizuka stared at his retreating back with a cute expression that tried to look angry. In a forced sharp tone, she muttered, "Geeez! You were groping my boob hard and you say it's a misunderstanding?"
What followed was a shy smile.
Since that day, Kira would stare at the blue window that appeared whenever he thought about it.
'The Perfect Lover System, haaa!'
Kira got up from the bed to shower. This was the story of this system and the window that floated around him all the time.
Tshhhhhhh!
The sound of the shower spray filled the bathroom, shampoo foam and soap suds hitting the floor. Kira took a hot shower, staring into the mirror as water dripped down, running through his hair.
In terms of looks and physique, he possessed both.
He stepped out, dressed in jeans, a gray shirt, and a green vest. Asahi High was a prestigious academic institution, considered a place for the elite, so there were no uniforms. They trusted the students to focus on their studies and nothing else.
'Studies, huh!'
It was his first day of his final year of high school.
'Will I regret not changing schools back then?!'
Kira didn't want to regret his decision to continue at Asahi High, despite the things that had happened at the end of his second year.
But he didn't want to dwell on it. He reached for his bag—it was already packed—and shouldered the black bag.
He walked out of his apartment.