…

"Kazuya, you are going to be late for your cram school! Hurry."

"Yes, mom."

Let me rest for a bit, please…

"You have to study hard. You remember your promise to your father, right?"

"Yeah, I do…"

"Don't disappoint your father. You have to fulfill his wish."

"Sure…"

I'd love to fulfill his wish and have some spare time at least, but whatever. There is no point in arguing. Mother is always right, mother always knows the better solution. Free time? What is it? Can I eat it? The last time I had one, was at my father's funeral, damn it. I know I have to live up to your expectations etc., but… this… this is just exhausting.

I put on my shoes and hit the road. Let's see… the cram school begins at 16:00… I have 25 minutes left, buying a sandwich or onigiri in the konbini store should be fine. Thanks heavens, there are a few of them on my way. 

***

Let's see, what do have here? Tuna sandwich or tuna onigiri? I'll take the sandwich this time. I was about to go to the cashier, but the journal section attracted my attention. Let's see if there is any good new manga. I took the first manga journal that I saw and started reading it. 

"Huh, so stupid" — I thought while reading.

Another mediocre story about a miserable guy with a harem in a parallel world. What could be better than this? Yes, right, almost everything. Whatever, if people read it so much, and I am the only one who thinks it's pathetic, then I am the one who is not correct. The only thing that should concern me now is the sudden rain. Great.

I left the store accompanied by the words of the cashier — "thank you very much."

***

"What is the most important part when speaking a foreign language? People say, study hard and get a clean accent. But I say, speak with a broken accent, yet correct."

Is it an English class or philosophy?

"We tend to act like British, forcing our tongue to sound British, but forget about the grammar. What is more essential? To sound smart, or to be smart?"

Well, he certainly got a point here. I would agree, if it would say somebody who speaks English in a way everyone could understand him, and not a broken one.

beep

Hm? A message?

@derzerstörer 

> "Hey, Yamashita, I'm watching that anime you suggested me a week before. The first two episodes are fire!"

@yamashita.don

> "Which one?"

@derzerstörer

> "Rise of the dyslexic hero."

@cacao.samurai

> "Bruh, it's trash, just drop it."

I could tell that by the name already, but thanks.

@yamashita.don

> "Explain yourself?"

@cacao.samurai

> "The story was fine until the part when the main character choosed the human girl instead of the catgirl."

Ah… so this is the reason you disliked it… what have I expected?

@yamashita.don

> "I would have choose both."

@derzerstörer

> "Same for real."

@yamashita.don

> "Same, but the catgirl would still be my favorite."

Come back to reality…

"Oi, Fukuhara."

Crap, the teacher noticed me.

"Is my lesson that boring?"

Cough, cough.

"No, sir. It's rather too philosophical. I am unable to follow your wise thoughts, sir."

"Is it so? Explain yourself."

Just scold me and let it go…

I adjusted my necktie and gulped.

"I think Yamada sensei is right, we should focus on grammar rather try to sound British."

Yamada proudly nodded.

"And it definitely has nothing to do with the fact that the speaker just can't talk in English and blames his accent instead.

"Right, right… huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, Sir."

Yamada stared at me for a bit and then turned back to the blackboard. Every single student in the class did his best to hold his laugh.

Few… it was close.

***

"The catgirl! Definitely the catgirl!"

"Nah, like, for real, Nanao has a better figure. And her breasts! Kanemori, say it!"

"I don't know, man. I watched it further and… Mio was dope."

"Huh?! She is old!"

"So what? I still like her, don't judge me."

"…"

The two boys, with a visible confusion and with open mouths, stared at their classmate.

"Fukuhara! What is your opinion? Who is the best girl?"

Why am I involved in this now…

I turned my head, looked at them and rolled my eyes.

"Uh, I don't know. None of them, I guess."

"Cut that crap off! Just say it already."

Sigh, fine.

"Uhm… don't you think that it's creepy?"

All three of them tilted their heads and stared at me with a confused face.

"I mean… so many women suddenly fell in love with you and chase you. You don't know them enough to feel any attraction. She loves you without a reason, they fall in love at first sight. Normal people would call them crazy and put them under observation in some clinic…" 

I wanted to continue, but I noticed their expressions.

"Damn, Fukuhara, chill."

"Yeah, Who wouldn't love to be a part of a harem?"

"Yes, yes. Besides, they have a reason to love you, you are the hero!"

The other two enthusiastically nodded.

Heroes, my ass. You can't even cook a meal. Who the hell would want such heroes like yourselves? Delusional idiots. 

For real, though, a one and only love would be perfect for every man. Loving and being loved, what could be better than this? Besides… just imagine all the costs for maintaining all of your girlfriends. Buying gifts, clothes, and most importantly, we all need a house where we could fit inside! And if they all do drama, even periodically… Hell no, I'll stay conservative and monogamous.

Argh, whatever. Why do I even care, like if something like that is even possible, especially for me. I have to concentrate for the exams, or my mother will forcefully isekai me…

But, if I assume a reincarnation or an isekai is possible, how are the "heroes" being chosen? I doubt it works randomly. Does God examine each one of us and then decides — "Yes, he is the chosen one!"? 

Whatever, I'll leave this to novelists and mangakas.