Oyaji Kanojo

Ooh. A 12-tatami room. So cheeky even though you’re just a high school girl.

Even my apartment was only 8 tatamis at most.

I looked around the room. There were posters of boybands on the wall.

Hmph. What’s so good about those guys who can only wriggle their body anyway?

The desk was arranged neatly. I took out a note from the desk’s drawer.

I flipped through the note and found organized, beautiful handwritings all over.

It appeared that this girl was quite smart.

Come to think of it, I’m now inside of this girl, so where is she supposed to be?

I wonder if she died when her head was. .h.i.t. What a pity since she was so young.

I’m sure she still had a lot of things she wanted to do.

The curtain was mostly white except for its hem, which was pink.

The bed sheet was also pink. The pillow was pink as well.

It seems she really liked pink.

Now that you mention it, this dress is pink as well.

For some unknown reason, I started to sniff the bed.

The scent was mind-numbingly sweet.

I tried to sit on it, it felt really fluffy.

I lied down without restraint on the bed. It felt completely different from the one in my previous life.

Uniforms were hanging on the wall. Green blazer and checkered skirt, huh.

I’m sure it suited her.

I went down to the first floor. Then I departed the house after saying I wanted to go out for a bit to Okaa-san.

I hopped on the bicycle. First I want to check my apartment.

Considering that I should’ve died, there was a high possibility that it had been emptied. Nevertheless, I want to retrieve my bankbook, TASPO, and the hunting monster game whose rank I had fanatically raised.

When I arrived, I took out the spare key that was hidden under the things in front of the door.

I opened the door.

My room was still left as it was.

Uwaah. It stank. There was a disgusting smell from the sink.

It seemed that something had rotted.

I entered with my shoes on and searched my objectives.

Ah. There were signs of people entering and searching for something before.

Could it be my brother? Well, holding a funeral wasn’t cheap, so it couldn’t be helped if he used my bankbook.

Oh. I found my TASPO. Now I can buy cigarette again.

My handheld game device was also here. When I turned it on, it showed the current status.

Thank goodness. I played fanatically to get this rank 7.

Well, the things I wanted to take amounted to about a box.

Considering it had been eight years since I started to live in this room, my personal belongings were surprisingly few.

Thinking about it, I never had much attachment to life.

My money were only spent on drinking with my colleagues and juniors.

Five years ago my parents also pa.s.sed away naturally, so that inclination could only get stronger.

Not to mention that my brother, his wife, and their child didn’t like me as well. They are probably relieved that I died now.

I exited the apartment and moved towards the dojo that I had attended before.

The last time I showed up here was six years ago.

At that time, I even took part in the championship.

It was a period when I was seriously contemplating to resign from the company and work as an instructor instead.

However, when I knew the women at my company spoke ill of me behind my back (they called me things like ‘ugly’ or ‘monster’), suddenly I couldn’t go to the dojoanymore.

It was around 14.30 when I arrived in front of the dojo building, so there was no one in the office.

I went up to the second floor and took a peek at dojo number one.

Inside, someone was kicking a sandbag wholeheartedly. It was my junior Kimura.

For him to be here at this time, did he resign from his company and became an instructor?

Kimura is a karate fanatic after all.

In addition, he was popular with women unlike myself.

I called him out.

“Good afternoon. Is it fine for me to observe?”

Kimura stopped kicking the sandbag and approached me with a smile.

It was quite a refreshing smile. Popular guy sure is different.

“Good afternoon. Currently it’s a free time. Observing the night shift which starts from 18.00 would be preferable in my opinion. So I think it would be better for you to come back at that time.”

His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were not.

He inspected me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

I felt disdain from his look. Right, some people occasionally challenge the dojo, and sometimes they used their friends to spy on the dojo instructors to surmise their strength.

That being said, looking at this kind of slender girl with that kind of eyes is simply wrong.

Also, I can’t tease you if you’re not being indecent.

“Umm, to tell you the truth I like you, Kimura-san! Please go out with me!”

Kimura’s face fell into turmoil. Hihihi.

That’s it. That’s the kind of face I want to see.

“Eh? Even though you say that….. I have a girlfriend…..”

“Huh? You have a girlfriend? Who is it! How dare you to disregard this senior of yours!”

Kimura was stupefied. Oops.

I’m now a high school girl.

I have to keep up the act.

I tried to hug Kimura. Uoh, my arms couldn’t even encircle him.

Kimura was a thin guy though.

It was me who was too small, huh?

“Wa-Wait, you! Stop this!”

“Hug me! Please hug me!”

“Don’t say stupid things! Aren’t you still in high school? What are you saying!”

Ooh. As expected from Kimura. He is certainly an upright guy.

“Hahaha. You sure haven’t changed. It’s me, you know. I’m Isono.”

Kimura’s expression turned sharp, and he firmly grabbed my shoulders.

I originally thought the dojo is located in a house like you often see in anime, but it turned out to be one of those boxing club-like dojos, huh. And dojo challengers is actually still a thing? Didn’t expect that.

I feel that this guy’s behavior is inconsistent. But you can’t expect much from this kind of simple story anyway.

Also, the mother sure is carefree as always.