Aaand we’re back! Updates will probably be pretty regular, depending on how bored and how much free time I have.
Also, as a reminder this is machine translated so there will be some inaccuracies.
That being said, for those who want to continue reading you are more than welcome to!
Afterwards I hear from my father who hurried home that I had been in a coma for a week. As soon as I wake up I am quite surprised to see my father’s worried face.
Let’s organize what I know so far.
My name is Amano Yuu. I’m a third year in junior high. Soon I’ll be attending Shinjin Gakuen’s high school division.
Honestly, I don’t remember much about my life or relationships as Amano Yuu. In other words, the memories of my past life are also unclear. Everyday tasks and memories related to living normally seem to be okay, though.
My memories regarding the plot of “Shinjin Gakuen Story – Beloved by Maou,” the BL novel that this world is based off of, are also few and far in between. With that Houou Hiroto character, basically I only recall a rough outline of yesterday’s encounter from the novel, details pretty much bare bones. There is only one memory about my father.
(Isn’t this just amnesia?)
The doctor said I had no physical abnormalities, so I decide to return to my daily life for the time being. I’ll leave the hospital tomorrow and return to class a few days later.
Even if I go back to school, since I don’t have any memories I’m basically like a transfer student. Moreover, it’s my third year of junior high. And it’s already expected that they’ll be cliques among the students.
(Speaking of worries, I wonder why I fell down the stairs.) Is falling down the stairs a usual occurrence in my everyday life?
No, that can’t be it.
There’s also the glaring problem about Yuu’s personality. I (Yuu) lost my mother at a young age, and was subsequently spoiled by my father as a result. Not only that, but I was also spoiled by the 2 years older Houou Hiroto, after his family and mine became neighbors.
I’m only human. It’d be strange if I didn’t have a warped personality. This Yuu character would become hysterical if he didn’t get what he wanted, even resorting to harming the people Houou Hiroto cares about. It would even be convincing if this “falling down the stairs” was the retribution from a grudge.
Am I okay with living Amano Yuu’s life? No, this isn’t good at all. As I’m cradling my head I hear a knock on my hospital room’s door.
“Yuu-kun, how are you feeling? I asked to bring some tea.” My father came into the room looking anxious. He must have been surprised to hear that his son suddenly fell down the stairs at school while he was on a business trip. The beloved only son left from his and his late wife’s marriage.
“Thank you dad. Oh, did you buy jelly too? Looks delicious! Can I eat it now?”
“…..Oh, that’s fine.”
My careless impatience sparks a look of surprise from my father’s face. The real Yuu from the novel would have acted more selfishly. (Why is this tea lukewarm? Buy a new one. I don’t want jelly. The pudding was good. Dad, you don’t care about me! (T/N: k this last part I guessed)) I guess that’s a tsundere’s selfishness. Then my dad would apologize while going to get what I wanted. Just imagining it makes me depressed.
I seems I can’t act like how novel Yuu would act. I am gradually getting sadder as I grab a spoon.
While I slowly regain my memories about this novel, I start to wonder where the original Amano Yuu went. Who am I? Is it okay for me to stay here?
The more I think about it, the harder it is for me to get off this train of thought. Oh, I shouldn’t. It’s a doomed cycle.
“Yuu-kun.” Since I can’t move, my father gently approaches me and sits on the bed. The springs squeak beneath us. I close my eyes and wait for his words.
“….” What kind of expression do you have? Are you angry? Are you sad? How long have you been waiting? With silence following silence, I secretly open my eyes.
My father is watching me. With very kind eyes. Then I gently bring a hand to his cheek.
“When my wife died, I was crushed. I couldn’t think of anything, time no longer held any meaning for me and before I knew it months had passed. But you never let me out of your sight, continuously watching me. I was empty and apathetic, not knowing what to do. I felt like I was beaten in the head. What was I doing? My wife left me something precious.” He took my hand and gave it a gentle kiss.
“You may have lost your memory but you are my precious beloved son. I love you. You are fine the way you are. Because you are alive, I can also live.”
“…Dad…” I’m at my limit.
Due to the returning memories and emotions, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.
My dad hugs me and kisses my crying eyes as I fall asleep. I can be at peace.
“I love you dad.”