Hojou Kyousuke woke up to the intense sunlight shining directly into his eyes.
He felt on the verge of a ntal breakdown—how many days has he been woken up by the sun now!?
Sitting up in frustration, he glanced at his wrinkled clothes.
'Why didn't I take my clothes off before sleeping again?'
Wait... why did I say "again"?
That's right, two days ago... or was it yesterday?
Kyousuke realized sothing was off with his mory.
Yesterday, he seed to have gone to the countryside, and there was even a girl...
He could recall so blurry images, but as he tried to think back, they vanished completely.
But then he rembered.
Yesterday, he must have swapped bodies with a girl, and once he returned to his own body, he lost all mory of the exchange.
Right, the mo.
Although his mories were gone, Kyousuke had made a note in his phone's mo app.
He had planned to jot down everything that happened after the body swap, so that the girl—who had swapped bodies with him—could understand the situation.
'She'll probably do the sa thing when she reads my mo, right?' Kyousuke thought, uncertain as he opened the mo.
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"I'm Miyamizu Mitsuha."
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That's it. Nothing else.
Kyousuke was at a loss for words.
'That's it?'
He checked the last mo, where he had ticulously prepared information about his life—his food, living arrangents, and routine—all for the girl who used his body.
'God, I can sll grilled at all over .'
'How did she fall asleep like that? Did she want to dream about it?'
'Sigh... it's fine. She's a beautiful girl, I'll let it slide.'
Kyousuke took off his school uniform and tossed it in the laundry, then headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Since he woke up earlier than usual, he had plenty of ti and decided to make himself breakfast.
He took out a pre-sliced piece of tenderloin from the fridge, cooked it to dium-rare, and paired it with black pepper sauce from the convenience store downstairs—simple but tasty.
While eating, he checked his inbox for ssages from the previous day.
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"Hojou-kun, are you not coming for dinner tonight?" — Okudera Miki
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Kyousuke had considered this situation when writing the mo.
He wanted the girl who swapped bodies with him, Miyamizu Mitsuha, to handle this on her own.
He was concerned that Miki might notice sothing was off, but he didn't want to micromanage Mitsuha either.
In his mo to Mitsuha, Kyousuke didn't tell her exactly what to do.
He simply provided information that would help her understand his life better and use his body effectively.
It wasn't a "life guide," but more like a "Hojou Kyousuke user manual."
'I've given you the info.'
'It's up to you what to do with it.' He thought.
'Just like when I was in Itomori, Mitsuha wouldn't just knock that guy, Shunya, down.'
'But if she asked not to do sothing like that, next ti, I'd strike back even harder.'
In any case, Kyousuke didn't feel like he had the right to ask Mitsuha to do anything for him.
'Anyway, Mitsuha will be able to see the ssage.'
'If she wants to go, she can make it.'
'But should I find a couple of part-ti jobs and schedule them for the days Mitsuha uses my body?'
'That way, I can enjoy ti in Itomori with Yukino-sensei, while Mitsuha can earn so money. It would solve my financial issues and keep her occupied.'
Kyousuke chuckled at the thought, then quickly dismissed it.
'Better not make things difficult for that poor girl.'
He replied to Miki simply:
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"I had sothing co up last night, but I'll definitely be back for dinner tonight."
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"Got it. Should I change the nu?" — Okudera Miki
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Kyousuke was surprised by how quickly Miki replied. 'Isn't she supposed to be asleep?'
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"No need. How are you already awake, Okudera-senpai?" Kyousuke asked.
"It's not that early. I already finished my morning run. You didn't just wake up, did you?" — Okudera Miki
"Of course not. I'm almost done with breakfast." Kyousuke took a photo of his nearly finished steak and sent it to her.
"That sauce—did you get it from the Family Mart?" Okudera Miki seed focused on the details.
"Yes."
"I'll bring you a bottle of my homade sauce tonight. It's perfect with steak. I plan to make it the signature dish at the restaurant I want to open after graduation."
Kyousuke rembered that Miki had ntioned opening a small restaurant, so he replied with a smile: "Sounds great! As an investor, I can't wait to try your cooking."
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anwhile, in Miki's apartnt.
As Miki had said, she had just finished her morning run and was now wearing a light sports tank top, doing so body-slimming exercises on her yoga mat.
Sweat dripped down her long neck, glided over her collarbone, and disappeared into the deep valley of her chest.
For girls with a flat chest like Miki, chest exercises were essential, as they helped create a subtle cleavage.
And for soone as naturally gifted as Miki, a little chest training would help prevent sagging and make her look more upright.
If Kyousuke were there, he might be more interested in the "sauce" than in the steak.
Although Miki was still doubtful that Kyousuke would invest in her sowhat unrealistic dream, hearing him say so made her happy.
'Won are drears at heart.'
'Often, they don't care what n do, but they love to imrse themselves in the beautiful fantasies n create for them.'
Kyousuke's words expressed support for her dream, and that was enough for her.
They exchanged a few more jokes before Kyousuke had to leave for school.
Miki reluctantly ended the chat.
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Kyousuke still had so other ssages from other girls, but there was no ti to reply.
He put his plate in the sink to soak and decided to clean it later.
Cycling to school, he t with Shouko before class to confirm their plans to visit Shibuya on Saturday, with Shouko's sister, Nishimiya Yuzuru, joining them.
Another day of hard studying.
Kyousuke didn't know that during his ti at Itomori, he wasn't wasting his class ti either.
He had been studying Japanese, geography, and history with enthusiasm, but once he returned to his body, all of it was forgotten.
At least today, he rembered this.
It seed like when he next swapped bodies, he shouldn't try to study. He'd treat it like a vacation instead.
After school, he went to the Kendo Club and noticed that the mbers were looking at him with a bit of fear.
Curious, he asked Kisaki Tetta what was going on.
"Didn't you scold them yesterday?" Kisaki Tetta asked.
"Eh?"
"Yesterday, they asked you to teach them so advanced techniques, and you said their basics were too weak, so you made them do 300 swings as punishnt."
"Oh... right. I totally forgot."
Kyousuke couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
'Miyamizu Mitsuha is pretty competent after all.'
He walked to the center of the dojo and clapped his hands.
The club mbers quickly gathered around.
"Just like the nickna you gave , the only sword technique I know is the 'cutting hand.' If you want to learn, I'll teach you."
The mbers exchanged glances, unsure why their leader, who had just criticized their basics, was suddenly offering to teach them.
Kyousuke knew Mitsuha had said that to handle the mbers' requests.
In reality, the Kendo Club had solid basics.
During the national high school Kendo competition two years ago, they didn't win, but they did earn a respectable rank.
Today, Kyousuke was here to clean up the ss Mitsuha left behind.
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