“I died screaming at an anime figure, naked, drunk, and alone.

  Some guys get heaven.

  I got cherry blossoms and fake-ass smiles.”

  Takashi Hoshino, 28. NEET. Addicted to porn, gacha games, and rageposting.

  Last seen screaming about a broken limited edition figurine of "Mikako Asakura" on stream before collapsing in a puddle of spilled instant curry and gin.

  APARTMENT – NIGHT

  A trash den. Walls covered in bishojo game posters, pizza boxes forming a modern art installation, and a plastic “Mikako Asakura – Cherry Kiss Edition” figure on his desk… cracked.

  TV blares soft moaning from an idle hentai VN.

  TAKASHI (slurring):

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  "How the fuck… how the ACTUAL FUCK… do you snap a collectible arm in bubble wrap?! You know what I paid for you?!"

  He grabs the figure.

  Stares.

  Throws it.

  Trips.

  Hits the corner of his desk. Skull cracks. Blood spills into half-eaten yakisoba.

  

  You have died.

  But you already knew that, didn’t you?

  SAKURA HIGH COURTYARD – MORNING

  Pink blossoms swirl in the air. Chimes play. A bird chirps just right.

  Takashi wakes up on a school bench. Clean clothes. Trimmed nails. No hangover.

  Camera angle: perfect tilt-up with bloom filter.

  Takes him all of five seconds to figure it out.

  TAKASHI (whispers):

  “…No.

  No fucking way.”

  A cheerful voice hits his eardrums like a shotgun blast of sugar:

  

  “Mr. Sasaki! You’re spacing out again!”

  Kana Aoi – the Childhood Friend

  

  
• Ponytail. Toast-in-mouth energy.


  
• She’s holding a perfectly wrapped bento.


  
• And her smile flickers—just once.


  

  

  [AUTOPLAY ENGAGED]

  [BAD END FLAG SET: “PEEPING INCIDENT”]

  [SKIP?] – [DISABLED]

  Takashi looks around.

  NPC students loop animations.

  Dialogue boxes appear before he speaks.

  He checks his reflection in a nearby window:

  Mr. Sasaki.

  The middle-aged, pervy gym teacher who dies in most routes.

  He’s not the hero. He’s not the rival.

  He’s the joke.

  TAKASHI:

  “Oh, you’ve gotta be shitting me.”

  “Welcome back, Player 2.”