I really don't want to be reborn.

She tucked a few strands of her hair back a little shyly. She wondered what was wrong with her lately; she had become very jealous.

No, to be precise, she has always been prone to jealousy.

I've been getting jealous more and more often lately, even jealous of men.

"I just mean that Koizumi is really cool. He's a handsome esper, a time traveler with a baby face and huge breasts, an alien with no emotions, a male protagonist who is a tsukkomi (straight man) and speaks from the first-person perspective, and the central character is the always troublemaker, Haruhi Suzumiya."

She slowly leaned over the table, her beautiful back silhouette falling into his eyes, its color blending sweetly with the sunlight.

The girl lay lazily on the table, her head still twisting, looking somewhat annoyed and bored: "Think about it, they have a lively school festival, a really lively club room, baseball games, and so on. They can play together during summer vacation. I'm so envious."

He laughed: "Ah, you want friends now, huh?"

She turned her head to look at him, a little dissatisfied: "No, no."

Kyosuke Kosaka leaned slightly forward, a smile playing on his lips: "Are you angry?"

No.

"So, are you bored?"

As he asked, he moved closer, the two of them so close they couldn't bear any more. Kousaka Kyosuke gazed into those dreamlike red eyes, feeling as if the red wine within them was about to intoxicate him.

"That……"

The boy's scent was stronger than ever before. Kasumigaoka Utaha could no longer remain calm and immediately turned her head to look directly at the gap in the curtains. The fan reluctantly blew away, blowing away the heat that had burst out in her body in that instant.

"...Shall we do something fun?"

The voice of Kousaka Kyosuke, which sounded no different from usual, reached her ears, yet she felt it was extremely ambiguous. The distance between them, and the words spoken, were both incredibly ambiguous.

"What...what should we do?"

Kyosuke stared at her cheeks, noticing a rosy blush on her alabaster skin. He stepped back slightly, ceasing his teasing, and said, "How about we learn from Captain Suzumiya and hand out flyers at the school gate to recruit new members?"

"Not interesting at all, rejected."

Without hesitation, she realized that all the noise and bustle was no good. All the noise and bustle belonged to others; all she needed was time alone with someone else.

Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately changed the subject: "...Kousaka-kun, could your novel be adapted into an anime?"

"Let it be."

As for money, enough is enough.

Just like a romantic partner, one is enough.

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After much thought, I concluded that my liking for Nagato Yuki isn't for any other reason than because I feel sorry for her.

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Chapter 41 In order to redefine aesthetics, I'm prepared to flatten you.

"Storms are expected in the Kanto region today..."

early morning.

The weather forecast came over the station's loudspeaker, but Kyosuke Kosaka ignored it, lost in thought before the train arrived.

About light novels and anime adaptations of light novels.

In 05, neither industry was particularly successful because very few people were involved – at least not as many as they would be four years later.

Before 2010, the Japanese anime and manga industry was not very competitive, so light novel authors were able to create freely without being affected by various pressures.

(Yes, that's true. The most obvious difference between works from before and after 2010 is that most anime series before 2010 had more than 24 episodes, while those after 2010 generally ended with around 12 episodes.)

Based on Kyosuke Kousaka's experience, by 09, such signs had already appeared, with a large amount of story content being cut from the anime, which was one of the conflicts between light novel authors and anime production teams.

If he wanted to adapt his novel into an anime, he should do it now, but his sense of destiny made him less interested in making money, especially after publishing the book and having a basic financial security, he had even less motivation.

Kyosuke Kosaka has this kind of personality when it comes to doing things: if something needs to be done, he'll finish it as quickly as possible, even if it means getting sick from exhaustion. But once there's no pressure, he becomes incredibly lazy, and his procrastination could kill all the pigeons in Romania.

The tram arrived, and he boarded it, yawning, and made eye contact with a black cat.

"..."

"...Yo, good morning."

The black cat looked around and, finding that no one was paying attention to her, managed to suppress her shyness, though her voice remained soft: "Didn't you see me at the station?"

"what?"

Her neatly styled bangs obscured her eyes: "I've been standing next to you for a long time..."

Kyosuke Kosaka was taken aback, then apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I was thinking about something, I was thinking about the animation, and I just drifted off."

"It's okay that you were daydreaming, I thought you were blind just now."

The sarcastic cat made a sarcastic remark to him, then cautiously asked, "Anime question? Meruru?"

"No, I'm thinking about this industry."

Kyosuke glanced at her: "Speaking of Kuroneko, you often draw illustrations and write doujinshi, are you familiar with the doujinshi industry?"

"Doujinshi? Um... I don't know much about them."

"Hmm, to put it another way, do you know which type of notebook was the most popular and sold the best last year?"

Seemingly recalling something unpleasant, a hint of disgust flashed in the black cat's eyes: "I don't know about last year, but this year there are all sorts of tentacle training doujinshi about Meruru, tons of hardcore stuff, have you seen them?"

Kyosuke waved his hand decisively: "I'm not worthy of it, but that does show that Meruru's potential market seems to be even larger than that of the Fallen Beasts... Don't be angry, I'm just telling the truth."

The black cat huffed and puffed, gritting her teeth as she cursed in her underworld cat language—it was unclear whether she was cursing the little girl Meruru or cursing Kousaka Kirino, who loved Meruru.

Suddenly, she thought of something and her body became awkward. This action looked familiar to Kousaka Kyosuke; this cat usually did this when she wanted to ask him for a favor.

He sighed softly, "Do you need my help?"

The black cat glared at him.

"Tell me, what happened this time?"

"Um... I heard from Kirino that you're really good at drawing, is that right?"

Kosaka immediately became modest: "Just a little bit, I only know a tiny bit, I'm not a professional."

The black cat suddenly grabbed his sleeve, its eyes almost exactly the same color as when Kirino asked him for a favor—moist and glistening, just like a hungry kitten.

The black cat tugged at his sleeve and stood on tiptoe slightly: "Could you help me with this? Maybe draw a script? Or... help me revise the storyline?"

"A fanfiction about Fallen Beasts?"

"Ok!"

The cat nodded its head.

Kyosuke Kosaka gave her a friendly smile, then slowly squeezed into the train, leaving the bewildered girl looking lost: "Hey! You haven't agreed yet!"

He even gave them a thumbs-up and said, "Keep it up!"

"Add oil my ass!"

The black cat, who had been politely refused, didn't notice that there was an acquaintance she had seen when she got on the bus, but who she hadn't greeted, in the direction where Kousaka Kyosuke squeezed into the crowd.

"Big brother?"

"Huh, it's Ayase?"

In another corner of the train, Ayase Aragaki greeted him with a smile, but then seemed to remember something, her smile vanished, and she turned into an angry expression.

"Hmph, I don't want to talk to my older brother right now."

"why?"

The middle school girl with long, straight black hair blushed slightly: "He's a pervert who likes erotic things. I'm really worried about Kirino."

"Liking erotic content makes you a pervert? What man doesn't?"

The men on the tram all turned their heads away, pretending not to hear.

She raised her chin, closed her eyes, and didn't want to listen.

"Women like erotic content too."

Ayase immediately retorted righteously, "No way! I just don't like it!"

Kyosuke, gripping the handrail with his left hand and holding his schoolbag with his right, looked slightly puzzled: "Of course you don't like it, you're not a woman..."

He actually wanted to say, "You're a pervert who likes women," but after thinking about it, he realized that saying it would probably make things worse. Of course, what he said now didn't improve Aragaki Ayase's expression; instead, it made her even angrier.

"Big brother, I'm really angry!"

"So you mean you weren't really angry before? It seems Ayase is a normal girl. Even though she seems angry on the surface, she doesn't have the extreme mindset that liking erotic content is perverted."

A hint of hesitation suddenly appeared on the girl's face: "But, but... being an otaku isn't good either, I don't like it."

I didn't ask you to like it!

He thought to himself that this girl was a bit unreasonable and nosy, and her understanding of otaku seemed to be wrong. He was glad that she came back in time that day and took the blame in time.

Otherwise, Kirino would truly lose this close friend.

"Hmm, how much do you know about otaku?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Ayase's eyes, as if she felt uncomfortable upon hearing the word "otaku": "I saw it on TV—ah!"

Just then, the tram suddenly jolted. As the tram swayed, her attention was completely elsewhere, and her body involuntarily leaned forward.

"Be careful."

Kosaka, holding onto the handrail, reached out with his right hand, which was holding his schoolbag, to help her. He had trouble controlling his strength, and this was the scene that appeared to outsiders.

The gentle high school boy swung his backpack, slapping it onto the well-developed chest of the middle school girl...

"..."

"...Eek!"