I, an otaku nerd, am an esports champion.

The cherry blossom petals flutter in the air.

The cold of winter has gone and it is a pleasant season.

I am in my third year of high school and I have a childhood friend.

Unlike me, she has excellent grades, is a complete athlete, and is good-looking.

In my class, they called her the flower of the high peak. (Takane no Hana.)

And today, I confessed my feelings to my childhood friend.

You can guess the outcome.

Huh? Game otakus are too disgusting. There is no such thing as a gaming otaku in high school.

Ema said.

You don't have to go that far to say it's disgusting, right?

I mean, games are for relaxing, right? I don't understand why you take it so seriously.

Even so, I gathered the courage to confess.

I had one year left until I graduated from high school.

There was a reason why I confessed at this moment.

After graduation, Ema and I will probably go our separate ways.

If that happens, we won't have as many opportunities to be together as we do now.

Ema will probably go to university.

I think she has the academic ability to go to a prestigious university.

On the other hand,

I never thought about going to university.

In any case, I couldn't go to the same university as Ema.

Okay? You're just my childhood friend. Please, don't get me wrong.

Ema said, twirling the ends of her long brown hair with her fingers.

Am I misunderstanding?

Yes, you are. Because I have a boyfriend.

Ema says easily.

Oh, did you have a boyfriend?

Yes, I do. Why did you think I didn't have a boyfriend?

Because I didn't hear anything about it and I didn't get that vibe from her.

I have been with her for quite some time, but I didn't realize she had a boyfriend.

I don't have to tell you everything, and you're too slow to notice.

I see.

Why are you so depressed?

Emma is looking at me condescendingly.

You don't understand a woman's heart very well.

I'm going to have a date with my boyfriend, so please don't get involved.

Saying this, Ema walks quickly towards the station.

The person on the other end of the phone was probably her boyfriend.

I walked home slowly.

Usually, it takes me a little more than ten minutes to get home, but today it took me twice as long.

I'm home.

I opened the door to my apartment and turned on the light at the front door.

Hello, welcome home.

Oh.

My little sister, Yuzuki, welcomes me as always.

What's wrong? You look like you're about to die.

Well, yes.

I don't know what happened, but are you okay? Do you want to rub my tits?

Yuzuki brought her large, grown breasts in front of my face and said.

You should do that with your boyfriend.

I'm sure men feel better after rubbing breasts, right?

It's hard for me to deny it.

Where did you learn that?

Secret.

You.

A woman becomes beautiful by keeping her secrets.

I like that.

It was a line from a cartoon about a detective.

Well, thanks. I feel a little better.

If you want to cheer up, you can rub it.

Just looking at your face is enough to cheer me up.

I patted Yuzuki on the head.

But, Ema didn't notice, even though she didn't know.

This man, Ryo Takamori, is definitely not just a gaming otaku.