Epilogue

Friday night.

I dove onto my single bed and stretched out once. I could feel my tired body relaxing, a feeling that was pure bliss.

After a shower, I quickly dried my hair and dove into bed. This is truly the ultimate pleasure.

I pick up the smartphone I had left to charge and tap the screen. There are several messages waiting for me.

“Yuka’s is a thank-you for today… Seira-san is as diligent as ever with her messages. We were just together, and she’s already messaged me. Mizuho has seemed a little down lately, I wonder if she’s okay.”

Looking at it this way, most of the people I’ve become close to since coming to this world are girls. I get along with my senpais at the bar, of course, but it’s not like we’re always messaging each other.

I quickly type out my replies. I feel a little bad for Yuka, who is most definitely already asleep.

There was a message from Koumi, too, so I opened it.

‘You have a tutoring job tomorrow? Masato, since when were you a tutor?’

‘Wait, your student isn’t a girl, is she?’

Oh yeah, she asked me what my plans were for tomorrow, and I told her. Right. The bar job pays a lot, of course, but it’s not enough when I think about my scholarship, so I started tutoring on the side. This was also an introduction from Aika-san.

I go on Saturdays, so tomorrow is my tutoring day. I have to wake up before noon.

“‘She’s a second-year high school girl,’ there.”

The girl I tutor is a graceful, well-behaved kid. The type you’d imagine a young lady from a good family to be. It’s just, that distant feeling she still has is a little lonely. She’s probably just nervous since I’m an older guy.

After I finished replying to everyone, I closed my smartphone. I turned off the lights and closed my eyes, and sleep came for me almost immediately.

It’s been a few months since my life in this world began. A world with a 1:5 male-to-female ratio, but I’m surprisingly getting by. Aika-san told me to be careful around women, but is there really anything to be careful about?

I guess Seira-san has been spending a bit too much money on me lately? For some reason I can’t figure out, Mizuho has been avoiding my gaze a lot. Did I do something wrong? Yuka is like an electronic device that keeps short-circuiting, and Koumi is a little overprotective. They’re all good people.

So, yeah. I’ll be able to live a normal life here, no problem!

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The ping of a notification slowly brought my consciousness to the surface.

“Huh…?”

I pushed myself up from my position, slumped over my desk. It seems I’d fallen asleep while doing my university homework.

My forehead, which had been resting directly on the desk, throbbed a little, and I rubbed it lightly with my hand.

“The worst… Nngh!”

I stretched out once, big, and checked the clock in my room. It was just past 1 A.M.

…Right, I was woken up by an SNS notification.

I opened the smartphone I’d left on my desk, and there it was: <Masato>. Just seeing those two words made my chest feel a little warm. I guess he just got off his shift.

<Masato> ‘Yeah, she’s a second-year high school girl.’

…What were we talking about? …Oh, right! Tutoring!

When I casually asked him his plans for tomorrow, I found out Masato was a tutor. I had a bad feeling and asked if his student was a girl… and of course…!

Masato, who has no sense of self-preservation, tutoring a high school girl! N-No way, I can’t allow it! I’m sure his student is thinking all sorts of lewd things about him!

It’s too late to call him… but by tomorrow, Masato will already be at his tutoring job, right?

“Ugh, what should I do…”

Since falling for Masato, of course I’ve been happy, but my worries have also multiplied. Namely, the number of girls around Masato! I admit he’s charming, and that’s a good thing, but he himself is completely unaware of it! I mean, that’s how I was able to get close to him, but still…

I laid down on my bed, stewing in my frustration.

From what I’ve heard, there are a few girls around Masato. The one he’s teaching basketball to is still in middle school, so that’s fine, but… a high school tutor is a little… And he won’t even tell me what part-time job he does on Friday nights…

Also, and this has nothing to do with Masato, I think, but my best friend Mizuho has been strangely down lately. It looks like she’s worrying about something, I hope she’s okay…

I let out a sigh and hugged the pillow that was lying beside me.

It seems I have a lot of rivals. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up. I will, I will absolutely become Masato’s number one!