College

The college or university I am currently attending feels like a significant chapter in my life, much like a bridge between where I am now and my past experiences.

It's a place that ties together my previous life experiences and sets the stage for my future growth, shaping both who I am today and who I will become in this NTR world.

I am getting a bit poetic, I sound like a person from the 19th century.

But whatever let's continue with the story.

DUN DUDU DUN DUDUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!

Tenkaidai University-

When I found out which university Takuya goes to, I researched this on his desktop, and here's what it says:

"Tenkaidai University is recognized as one of the top five universities in Japan for academic excellence, Tenkaidai consistently ranks high in national education surveys across multiple disciplines, including engineering, business, and the arts."

I assume this is one of the most prestigious universities in Japan, I am not surprised Takuya failed the first entrance exam.

Anyway, you might think does this Tenkaidai University exist in real life? No, it's not real, at least in my old world and even yours, Mr./Ms. Reader. The author did research this time... good for you.

As I walk in I can see how high quality this university

The entrance to Tenkaidai University is both grand and inviting, designed to make a lasting impression on anyone who steps onto the campus.

Flanked by tall, sleek pillars of concrete and stone, the main gate stands as a modern interpretation of a traditional Japanese torii gate, blending the university's historical roots with its forward-thinking identity.

Above the entrance, the university's name is etched in bold, minimalist lettering, framed by a dark, polished metal plaque that reflects the sunlight during the day.

As I passed through the gates, I was greeted by a wide, tree-lined boulevard that stretched into the heart of the campus.

The path is paved with smooth stone tiles, designed to give a sense of seamless flow, guiding students and visitors forward.

To either side, meticulously landscaped gardens feature neatly trimmed shrubs, small clusters of cherry blossom trees, and low stone walls that offer a serene introduction to the campus's calm atmosphere.

In spring, the cherry blossoms create a pink canopy, their petals gently falling like snow, offering a picturesque welcome.

Looks like they are focusing on nature huh? I can't believe this university has its students busy in bed hehe.

Along the boulevard, modern lampposts with sleek, black designs line the walkway, their soft lighting creating a warm glow during the evenings.

Benches made from wood and metal are spaced evenly along the path, providing spots for students to relax or meet before heading further into the university.

The sound of a nearby fountain adds to the peaceful ambiance, its gentle water flow creating a soothing background as students pass by.

Directly ahead, the Central Nexus Building comes into view, its glass façade reflecting the greenery and sky, serving as a symbol of the university's blend of nature and modernity.

The entrance leads to this main hub of activity, but the path also branches off into smaller walkways, inviting exploration of different parts of the campus.

I am very amazed upon seeing this, being in a university like this, everyone must be an academic monster or something.

Exploration can come later, I must find my dorm room. It says that my room in this building is room 5SW23, which means 5th-floor southwest room 23.

The question is where is my dorm building?

I tried to look who to ask and I finally saw one.

"Hello good sir, may I ask you a question?"

I smiled.

"Can you ask me which dorm I am in?

I hand the dude the piece of paper that tells me which room and building I am in. iT seems that the dude standing in front of me is a disciplinary officer which shows his armband

The dude looked at me for a second and said

"you new here?"

I nod and replied

"Ye-"

"FOOL!!! WE ARE ALREADY AT HALF TERM" The dude says while glaring at me and he followed with.

"Now, let's be clear—are you the individual who was brought in to impersonate a student during exams, helping them score higher than they rightfully should?????"

Oh I'm in a little trouble and I need to do something.

"W-What? No, I'm… I'm really a student here! I swear! I—I just… I hit my head the other day, and things have been a bit foggy since then." I said that while acting disoriented, trying to keep my composure despite the swirling chaos in my mind.

The officer winced slightly, as if the memory of my injury brought fresh pain. He raised an eyebrow but didn't interrupt, which was a good sign; I needed him to hear me out.

"I was heading back from the library when I slipped near the steps," I continued, weaving my story with just the right amount of embellishment.

"It's been hard to focus since then. That's probably why I've been acting strange, but I'm definitely enrolled! You can check the records! I—I'm just not sure I remember all my classes right now…"

I subtly wiped my hands on my clothes, putting on a show of nervousness while hoping the officer would buy into my performance.

"You hit your head? And now you're claiming memory issues as the reason for any strange behavior? That's convenient," he remarked, skepticism clear in his tone.

"Very convenient, right?" I nodded, leaning into the role, carefully choosing my words.

"I understand if it sounds suspicious, but if you check the infirmary logs, I'm sure they'll have a record of me coming in for my injury. I was told it's nothing serious, but it's hard to focus sometimes. I'd never cheat; I'm just a little out of it right now. You know how disorienting it can be!"

The officer, clearly skeptical, glanced down at his notes and then back at me, weighing my words like a judge considering evidence.

"Injury or not, I will look into this. But don't think for a second that this will excuse any suspicious behavior. If I find out you're lying, there will be consequences."

I sighed in relief, feeling a rush of adrenaline. "Of course, I understand. I'd never want to cause any trouble… I just need a bit more time to clear my head, that's all."

"Your dorm building is…"

He paused, his finger extending toward the tall structure in the distance. His eyes narrowed slightly as if he was weighing the truth of my story against his suspicions. After a moment, he continued, his voice firm.

"That one over there. You should know it well, assuming you really are who you say you are."

"Absolutely! Yes, that's my dorm building! I can't believe I forgot to mention it earlier. It's been a bit overwhelming with everything going on," I forced a nervous laugh to lighten the atmosphere, trying to defuse any tension.

"I mean, between classes and the recent… accident, I guess my mind has been a bit foggy. But I assure you, I live there! Southwest, Room 23, just on the 5th floor."

I took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure while casting a quick glance toward the building as if searching for some semblance of familiarity.

"If you'd like, I can even show you my ID. It should have my dorm assignment listed."

I reached into my pocket, pulling out the ID and offering it to him with a casual confidence that belied the nervous energy bubbling inside me.

"Room 23, huh? I'll need to verify your ID, and I'll be keeping a close eye on this situation. If you truly are a student here, then I expect to see you attending your classes and behaving appropriately. Any further incidents, and we will have to have a more serious discussion,"

he replied, crossing his arms, his expression stern but softened by the sense that I might genuinely be in a difficult spot.

"I completely understand, and I appreciate your patience. I really don't want any trouble. I'll get my ID back to my collar and head straight to class," I replied, forcing a reassuring smile. "Thank you for giving me a chance to explain."

"Just make sure you do. Remember, I'll be watching. Don't let this lapse in memory become a pattern."

With that, he turned, heading back toward the main office, leaving me standing there with a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety.

"That was a success," I thought to myself, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

"I managed to slip through without raising too much suspicion. The best part? I planted a crucial piece of evidence in the infirmary records earlier, using the hacking skills I honed back when I studied IT at Cambridge University."

A small smirk tugged at my lips as I recalled the meticulous process.

"It wasn't easy, but I made sure there was a note in the system about me checking in due to a head injury. It had to be perfect—detailed enough to be believable, vague enough not to raise any red flags. Lucky for me, the university doctor is out today, so there's no chance anyone will ask questions or compare notes with the records anytime soon."

I paused, glancing back toward the disciplinary office, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease.

"But how did I know the doctor wouldn't be around? Simple—I did my homework. A little digging into the staff schedule, and I knew exactly when he'd be off-duty. Timing is everything in this game, and today, everything lined up perfectly. Now, as long as they don't look too closely… I've bought myself just enough time."

I go to this dorm building and I make my way through the campus, eyes sharp and focused.

Room 5SW23—that's where I need to be. Takuya's room.

The place that, until recently, belonged to the guy whose body I've somehow taken over.

My pulse quickens as I enter the dorm building, the glass doors sliding open automatically. Inside, the lobby hums with the quiet activity of students lounging or passing through, oblivious to the chaos swirling in my head.

Everything feels both familiar and alien at the same time.

Takuya's memories, faint but present, guide me as I approach the elevators. I press the button for the fifth floor, each second in the cramped space feeling heavier as I prepare myself to confront the reality of this new life. His life.

The elevator dings softly, and the doors slide open.

I step out into a long hallway, lined with identical doors, each marked by polished silver numbers. I scan them carefully, heart racing.

This is it. I need to find Room 5SW23. The last piece of Takuya's identity, the place where it all comes together—or falls apart. I walk down the corridor, passing doors like 5SW18, 5SW20, each step pushing me closer to the one place I have to reach.

Finally, I spot it: Room 5SW23. Takuya's room. My room now, I suppose. For a moment, I just stand there, hand hovering over the doorknob, feeling the weight of this new reality. It's not just about finding the room. It's about stepping into a life that's not mine—yet somehow, it is now.

This is where it begins. The thought lingers for a moment before it's swallowed by a deeper sense of foreboding. Where I met the most fucking annoying person ever...

I turn the knob, slowly pushing the door open.

The faint creak of the hinges feels louder in the stillness, and as the room comes into view, my eyes immediately lock onto the figure sitting at the desk near the window.

A young man with sharp, dark red hair sits upright, posture perfect, as if slouching would be some sort of crime.

He's not lounging or relaxing—he's working, completely absorbed in what looks like a stack of neatly organized papers. His every movement is deliberate, controlled, as though everything in his world operates on a strict schedule.

His jaw is clenched slightly in focus, and his dark eyes flicker up from his work to meet mine with an air of cold precision.

His features are striking, I'll admit—handsome in a sharp, almost rigid way. His red hair is meticulously groomed, not a strand out of place.

His face is all sharp angles, and his gaze doesn't waver for a second. In fact, the moment he looks at me, it's as if he's already evaluating every detail, judging, categorizing—deciding exactly how I'll fit into his perfectly structured world.

Great, I think, already feeling the tension rise. His whole aura screams control freak. The kind of guy who runs his life like a military operation and expects everyone else to fall in line.

I'm not even halfway through the door, and I can feel his eyes practically assessing me like I'm an obstacle in his carefully laid plans.

Without so much as a greeting, he snaps the papers together with a crisp motion, setting them aside in a perfectly straight stack. His voice, when he speaks, is firm, authoritative—no nonsense.

"You're late."

No hesitation.

No small talk.

Just straight to the point, as if this was some kind of scheduled meeting I had already failed to live up to.

He doesn't even bother to stand, just continues watching me like a manager who's about to lecture an employee for missing a deadline.

Oh, this guy is going to be a problem. I can feel it already.

He's handsome, sure, but it's buried under layers of rigid discipline and the kind of uptight energy that'll make you want to tear your hair out.

His perfectly organized desk, the impeccable posture, the way he's already got that I'm in charge here vibe radiating from him—it's all way too much.

As I step inside, his eyes narrow slightly, like he's sizing me up for the role I'm supposed to play in his neatly ordered world.

Yeah, this guy is trouble. But not the chaotic kind.

No, this is the rules, structure, and authority kind of trouble—the worst kind.

This is Akikatsu Himura, Takuya's dorm mate, and I can't shake the feeling that I've stumbled into a scene right out of that NTR doujin that got me here.

Seriously, this guy has the kind of commanding presence that makes you wonder if he thinks he's the star of the show.

With his sharp posture and piercing gaze, he struts around like he owns the place. Sure, he's got the confidence down, but his I-know-better-than-you attitude? So annoying.

From what I've gathered, he can be a real jerk to Takuya, constantly nitpicking and pushing him to do better.

But there are those moments when he surprisingly acts like a decent human being, offering Takuya advice or helping him with assignments.

It's like he's playing the role of the mentor, but honestly, it feels more like he's trying to establish dominance.

Takuya might be okay with that, even appreciate the support—after all, we all need a little tough love now and then—but I'm not having any of it.

I get the whole tough-love angle, but why does he have to be so condescending about it? It's infuriating to watch. I can see how Takuya might find some comfort in Akikatsu's presence, but for me?

It's just a constant reminder of how irritating it is to have someone hovering over you, acting like they're your personal coach while enjoying the spotlight a little too much.

And let's be real: I refuse to let Akikatsu walk all over me. Just because I'm in Takuya's body doesn't mean I have to play along with his little power dynamic.

I can already tell he has this habit of seeing things in black and white, like he's the ultimate authority in this realm. Well, not anymore. I'm here to shake things up, challenge him, and carve out my own path.

Sure, he might think he's the one in charge, but I'm not going to let his blend of kindness and arrogance dictate how I navigate this new life.

There are endless possibilities waiting for me, and I'm not about to let one guy's inflated ego hold me back. It's time to show him that I'm more than just a side character in his story.

"Uhmm, what do you mean late?" I asked, feigning nonchalance while my heart raced at the implications. I was in Takuya's body now, and pretending to be him was a tightrope walk.

"So you really do lose your memory," Akikatsu said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "You missed the first week of classes, and now everyone is wondering where you've been. It's hard to be the 'new guy' when you're already late to the party."

"Right, well, you know how it is—head injuries can mess with your brain," I replied, keeping it light. "But I did mention that my memory can be a bit... unpredictable. It's part of this rare disease I have. Sometimes my brain just decides to take a vacation."

I hoped he bought it. I wasn't sure how much Takuya had shared about his condition, but it sounded plausible enough.

Akikatsu rolled his eyes, clearly not amused. "You think this is a joke? You're in college now. It's time to take responsibility for your actions. Missing classes isn't just a casual slip-up."

"Whoa, hold on there, Captain Serious! I didn't choose this disease. If anything, I'm just trying to navigate the chaos," I shot back, refusing to back down. "One day, I'm this timid guy, and the next, I'm here, charming my way through life! It's a bit disorienting, don't you think?"

"Disorienting? That's putting it mildly. This isn't just about you anymore; your grades affect the whole dorm. You need to get your act together." He leaned in, his authoritative tone firm. "If you really don't remember anything, I can help you catch up. I don't want you to flunk out before you even get started."

"Thanks, but I'll manage," I replied, a playful grin spreading across my face. "It's not like I'm completely lost. Just... figuring things out, one quirky day at a time. Besides, I thrive in uncertainty now! Timid Takuya is on a permanent vacation."

"Thriving in uncertainty doesn't mean ignoring reality. You're going to need guidance, whether you like it or not," he retorted, his tone a mix of impatience and concern. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."

I bristled at that, feeling my competitive spirit ignite. "And what exactly do you mean by that? You think you're the only one who can figure things out around here? Just because you have a checklist doesn't mean I have to follow it."

"Of course, but if you really want to succeed, you'll need more than just clever quips. You'll need to learn how to maneuver through this social minefield," he replied, frustration creeping into his voice. "I may come off as strict, but it's because I see potential. I don't want you to end up like a ghost wandering around. We have a system for a reason."

"Fine," I finally relented, smirking slightly. "But don't think I'll let you turn me into some sort of project. I'll figure this out in my own way. Just wait and see."

"Deal," Akikatsu replied, a hint of a smile breaking through his stern demeanor. "But let's see what you're made of. Just remember: I'm the one with the plan."

"Plans are overrated," I shot back with a grin. "But I'll humor you—let's see if your plan can keep up with my improvisation."

Akikatsu paused, his expression turning serious. "You know, Takuya, you've really changed since I first met you. You were so kind and timid back then, but now? It's like you've turned into this... unpredictable force of nature. It's almost unsettling."

I felt a pang of frustration but also a flicker of pride. "Maybe I've leveled up, but that doesn't mean I've lost my core. Just because I'm more confident doesn't mean I'm not still me. I can be bold without losing kindness."

"Yeah, but the Takuya I knew wouldn't let a little memory loss keep him down," he said, his voice softening. "You've got the spark now, but don't forget who you are, even if you have to rediscover it."

"Thanks for the pep talk, Akikatsu," I replied, rolling my eyes but secretly appreciating his words. "I'll figure it out, one crazy day at a time. And who knows? Maybe I'll surprise you."

Akikatsu sighed, his expression shifting from annoyance to resignation. "Look, I've got some errands to run, so I'll leave you to it for now,"

he said, running a hand through his dark red hair, a gesture I found oddly familiar.

"Feel free to explore the dorm room, but just remember: no touching my belongings, okay?"

I raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "Oh, come on, Akikatsu! How can I fully explore if I'm limited to just the corners of the room? Are you sure you don't want to give me a personal tour?"

"Very funny," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious. This place isn't exactly a museum, but I like to keep things organized. I don't want to come back to find my stuff moved around or, heaven forbid, damaged. I've got my system, and it works for me."

"Your 'system'?" I echoed, feigning innocence.

"I can't imagine what that entails. Does it include a special section for your prized action figures or something?"

"Ha-ha. Very clever," he said dryly, crossing his arms. "You might think it's all jokes, but my collection is off-limits. Just because you're in my space doesn't mean you can raid my stuff. Treat it like a sacred trust or something."

"Understood, oh wise and powerful Akikatsu," I said with mock seriousness.

"I promise not to disturb your precious belongings. I'll just explore the vast wilderness of the shared living space. Who knows? Maybe I'll uncover some hidden treasure or a secret passage to another realm."

Akikatsu shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement despite himself. "Just remember, I'll be back soon. I've got things to take care of, so don't get too comfortable. And seriously, stay out of my drawers."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving me alone in the dimly lit space.

I took a moment to absorb my surroundings, the mixture of Takuya's belongings and Akikatsu's distinct touches creating an oddly harmonious atmosphere.

The place felt more like a battleground between two personalities than a simple dorm room. I chuckled softly to myself. "Alright, Takuya. Let's see what kind of adventure awaits in your life," I murmured, stepping further into the room.

As I stepped into the dorm room, the first thing that struck me was the surprising level of organization. It was almost as if each item had been meticulously placed with purpose rather than haphazardly tossed around like in typical college dorms.

The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, creating an atmosphere that felt both vibrant and serene.

A neatly made double-decker bed stood against the far wall, the top bunk adorned with a collection of plush toys arranged with strategic precision.

Each toy seemed to have its own designated spot, like tiny sentinels guarding the territory of the upper bunk.

I couldn't help but wonder if Akikatsu had a hidden sentimental side, or if he just valued aesthetics. Either way, it was an interesting choice for a young man who appeared to have a rather brash exterior.

The bottom bunk, meanwhile, was equally inviting, draped in dark bedding that contrasted sharply with the lighter walls. A couple of pillows were fluffed just so, and I noticed a small bookshelf next to the bed, filled with an eclectic mix of titles—from fantasy novels to academic textbooks.

It seemed like a carefully curated collection, reflecting not just his taste in literature but perhaps his personality as well. Was he trying to project an image of sophistication or simply making sure he had something to read depending on his mood?

Across the room, a desk sat against the window, cluttered yet organized in its own right. A laptop rested on the surface, flanked by a couple of notebooks and a few colorful pens.

It was the kind of space where one could dive into deep concentration or creative chaos, depending on the day. I could picture Akikatsu working late into the night, a cup of coffee at hand, furiously typing away on assignments or indulging in the latest video game.

"Interesting," I thought, my mind racing with possibilities. "How does someone like him juggle both study and leisure so seamlessly? Is he the type who thrives under pressure, or does he just enjoy the thrill of chaos? There's definitely more to him than meets the eye."

As I continued to analyze the room, I noticed the walls were adorned with posters and photographs, a mixture of friends, places, and perhaps some events that held meaning for him.

It was like a window into his life, showcasing the things that mattered to him. There were reminders of adventures taken and memories made, each framed snapshot telling its own story.

I stepped closer to examine a particularly striking poster featuring a popular band. "Ah, this must be his favorite,"

I mused, imagining the concerts he'd been to, the energy of the crowd, and the thrill of the music.

"Is he more of a casual listener, or does he obsess over every note and lyric? Could this be a conversation starter or just another aspect of his identity?"

I was drawn back to the double-decker bed, the practical yet stylish choice of furniture.

It made sense for a dorm room—saving space while providing enough room for a roommate or maybe a designated guest area.

Yet, I couldn't help but wonder how much privacy Akikatsu valued. Would he appreciate the constant companionship of a roommate, or would he find it stifling?

With each observation, I began to piece together a profile of Akikatsu, one that went beyond the surface-level impressions I'd formed earlier. This room was a reflection of him—organized yet chaotic, serious yet playful, a blend of the person he was and the person he aspired to be.

"Fascinating," I thought, a grin creeping onto my face. "This dorm is a riddle wrapped in an enigma.

Now, the real question is: how much of this is intentional, and how much is just a product of his environment? There's a lot to explore here, and I can't wait to uncover more."

I had a lot of questions swirling in my mind, but for now, let's settle in.

My gaze swept across the room, scanning for anything that might hint at Takuya's life and interests.

"Now, where's Takuya's stuff?" I muttered to myself, shifting through the organized chaos of the room.

Ah, there it is! A medium-sized box labeled "Takuya's Essentials," sitting neatly in the corner as if it was waiting for me to discover it.

Curiosity piqued, I approached the box and opened it, a sense of anticipation building inside me.

Inside, I found a variety of items, but what caught my attention were the textbooks stacked in neat piles.

They were mostly computer science-related—titles that promised a treasure trove of knowledge just waiting to be explored.

"Let's see what we've got here," I said, pulling out a book with a sleek cover emblazoned with the title Introduction to Algorithms.

Flipping through the pages, I recognized the diagrams and flowcharts, the very concepts I had studied in depth.

"Ah, algorithms," I mused, recalling late-night study sessions where I memorized sorting techniques and Big O notation.

"I know this stuff like the back of my hand, but I wonder if there are any unique perspectives or innovations in how it's applied here in Japan."

Next, I pulled out another textbook: Operating Systems: Design and Implementation.

"This is definitely a heavy hitter. I've tackled this material before, but I'm curious how Japanese institutions approach these topics. Maybe they have some cutting-edge insights or methodologies that could offer a fresh take."

I could picture Takuya poring over these texts late into the night, caffeine-fueled and wide-eyed, trying to grasp concepts that most people would find overwhelming.

The thought made me smile. "You know, it's kind of cool that he's diving into this world. There's something thrilling about coding—a little bit of chaos mixed with creativity. Just the kind of challenge I can get behind."

The next book I pulled out was Computer Networks, and I chuckled. "Networking, huh? The art of connecting systems, both literally and figuratively. I've navigated these waters before, but I wonder if Takuya has explored any local innovations or projects.

Given Japan's technological advancements, he might have insights that could broaden my perspective."

As I continued rummaging through the box, I came across a few notebooks filled with handwritten notes, diagrams, and doodles.

"Ah, the classic student's survival guide," I grinned, flipping through the pages. "These notes are like a window into his thought process—clear and structured, yet there are little bursts of creativity mixed in. It seems he's got a flair for aesthetics even in his study materials. That's a good sign!"

With every textbook I examined, my curiosity about Takuya deepened.

"A computer science student, huh? I can work with that. I'm definitely going to have to tap into this knowledge if I'm going to successfully impersonate him. But more than that, I might even enjoy the journey. There's a lot to explore in this world of coding and algorithms, especially with the potential for Japanese innovations. Plus, it could be a great way to bond with Akikatsu—if I can tolerate his attitude long enough."

With a satisfied grin, I carefully arranged the textbooks back in the box, pondering how I could use this newfound information to my advantage.

"Let's see where this takes me. I may have stumbled into this body by chance, but I can turn this into a grand adventure. Who knows? I might end up enjoying the whole 'computer science student' thing more than I expected, especially if I get a glimpse into how the Japanese approach these concepts!"

I spent my time immersed in studying the materials, poring over Takuya's textbooks and notes as I waited for Akikatsu to arrive. The room buzzed with a palpable energy, almost as if the knowledge contained within these pages was alive, eager to share its secrets.

I flipped through the pages of Introduction to Algorithms, recalling the thrill of tackling complex problems and devising elegant solutions.

As I dissected the various sorting algorithms and data structures, I couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of logic and structure. "This is familiar territory," I thought, mentally revisiting the late-night coding sessions that had once been a staple of my life.

"But I'm curious if there's a unique spin on these concepts in Japan."

Next, I opened Operating Systems: Design and Implementation, the weight of the book reflecting the depth of the content. I had encountered these concepts before—process management, memory allocation, and system calls—but there was always more to discover.

"What if there's a local perspective on these topics? Maybe Takuya's notes will reveal some hidden gems."

I jotted down a few thoughts in my own notebook, blending my insights with Takuya's observations. The act of writing helped solidify the information in my mind, turning abstract concepts into tangible ideas.

"This could serve as my secret weapon," I mused. "If I can speak confidently about these subjects, I might just convince everyone that I truly belong here."

As I flipped through his notebooks, I couldn't help but admire his clear handwriting and organized diagrams.

"This guy really knows how to lay out his thoughts," I noted, impressed. "It's like each page is a well-crafted roadmap guiding him through the labyrinth of computer science."

The minutes ticked by, and I found myself glancing at the clock more often than I cared to admit. "Where is he?" I wondered, the anticipation of Akikatsu's arrival adding an extra layer of excitement to the study session.

"Maybe he'll have insights into the current trends in technology here, or even some personal anecdotes about his experiences in class. That would be invaluable."

The thought of engaging in a lively discussion about technology and innovation made my heart race. I was ready to dive deeper, to ask questions, and to explore the vast world of computer science together. "Come on, Akikatsu," I thought with a smile, "I'm ready when you are."

In the meantime, I continued to flip through the pages, absorbing every detail. Each chapter became a stepping stone into the world I was trying to navigate—one filled with potential, creativity, and endless possibilities.

Whether Takuya was aware of it or not, his materials were guiding me through this new life, offering clues to his character and the world around me.

Finally, the door creaked open, and my anticipation transformed into eagerness as I turned to greet Akikatsu. "Let's see what insig-"

But as I turned to greet the person entering, my heart sank. Instead of Akikatsu, it was Hiroshi—the bully from the NTR doujin I had been pulled into, standing smugly in the doorway.

"Great, just what I need," I thought, irritation bubbling up.

I recalled all the disparaging remarks I had made about him since getting isekai'd, painting him as a self-absorbed jerk who thrived on making others miserable.

Yet, as I stood there, I felt Takuya's feelings and memories stirring beneath the surface, creating a confusing mix of irritation and reluctance.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Hiroshi taunted, a grin stretching across his face. "Takuya's made a friend, huh? I hope you're ready for a wild ride—especially with Haruka around."

The mention of Haruka twisted the knot in my stomach even tighter.

Takuya's affection for her clashed sharply with my own disdain for Hiroshi. It was a collision of emotions I hadn't anticipated, and I could almost feel Takuya's lingering attachment to her, amplifying my frustration.

I forced a smile, already bracing myself for the storm ahead. This was not the introduction I had hoped for, but it seemed the real challenge was just beginning.

TO BE CONTINUED.....