Fever and Kenichi!

It's painful!

Haaaah! Haaah! (Deep painful breath echo, in the room.)

'My name is Kenichi Shirohama.' 'I think it was five minutes ago, maybe even longer.' 'But the moment I was killed while protecting my kid, I happened to have woken up in an unknown body, which was slithering in pain and discomfort due to a high fever.'

'But looking at the ceiling, which was rather clean, and the room that did not belong to me,. My mind was starting to get a hold of my position, and with these unknown memories, I started to feel an unknown emotion within my chest.'

'No, you did a good job, kid; giving her that umbrella was a good action, but it seems both of us are really bearer of misfortune.' Kenichi comforted his previous action and started to feel rather comfortable when he completely accepted his new identity as Fujimiya Amane.

Fujimiya Amane, although a little insecure, was a nice guy with his own principle. Just his action of giving that blond girl, whom he knew as Angel from his school, without any hope of getting repaid by that girl, put Kenichi's heart at ease as he accepted his new reality.

After all, even in his previous life, Kenichi was known for his ethics, and even in this life as Amane, he wanted to continue on this path.

'I was a martial artist and had faced many difficult situations in my previous life, so it only took me some time to calmly analyze and accept my reality. Though I really do not mind getting praised for it, you know.'

'Never mind, I really want to drink some water. Maybe a little help for some food too.' Maybe it was because of the fever; Amane's mind was a complete mess, and along with that, his mind was starting to miss Mio a lot.

Ding!

Ding! Long!

'Ahh, someone ringing the bell.' The moment of sleep was shattered by the noise of the bell, and Amane realized how dry his throat was at the moment. If not for the bell, he might have been in trouble after sleeping for an hour like this.

'I guess I owe that person.' Thinking about it, Amane stood from his bed, thinking about his previous life training. Pain like this felt nothing in comparison to it, and he was able to get up on his feet.

'Who could be here. I remember Amane did not have such close friends; no wait, I did have Itsuki, so it could be him.'

With heavy steps, Amane walked out of his room to find the whole floor messed up, making him really weird, though in his previous life, he was really not that great of a cleaner, and it was his mother and then Mio who were there to help him out.

'Guess, I should try to clean it up. Since I will be living here and might have guest in the future,' While keeping his mind busy, Amane reached the door and, with a click, opened it to find a blond-haired girl with a slim figure and creamy pale skin looking at him.

"Fujimiya-san, are you alright?" A worried expression appeared on the girl's face.

And Amane remembers this girl; after all, she was quite famous in Amane school and had the nickname Angel, given by the boys; they even had a whole fan club about her.

Although his former self was incredibly afraid of getting to know others, to the point where he did not have many friends, his character allowed him to make at least one.

"Hmm. Shiina-san. Eeep!" Amane felt his weak leg and almost stumbled to feel someone holding him up and pressing his hand against the gate knob. He was able to stand up again on his feet, only to find an extremely worried expression looking at him.

"You seem to have a fever. Was it because you had to give me your ambrella?" Amane showed signs of concern for the girl, barely holding on to her with his willpower, but he seemed a little saddened to hear her blaming herself.

He shook her off for her support and asked her while maintaining a dim expression.

"Stop blaming yourself up. I do not want to hear that out; if possible, I hope you could appreciate my help back then; it feels much better that way."

Looking at Amane's expression, Shiina found herself in a tight position, not being able to speak up against him and his words. It was the first time that someone shook her off like that, and his words truly made some sense, making her realize her mistake.

"Thank you. Then I will also help myself today and help you out. So stop being stubborn and lean on me more." Hearing her words, Amane shut his mouth and nodded; after all, at this moment he was barely hanging in by thread, and her help was really like a blessing to him, who was almost starving at the moment.

"Your head is burning. How did you even hold up to this moment?" Although the alley was a mess, the girl's attention was focused on the boy, who was barely able to walk back to his room with her support.

"True, I barely made it this far. Though I really did not have much energy, I was thinking of calling my friend next day for food." Amane only knew Itsuki and was truly planning to contact him.

"I see you did not have the energy to make some food. Then try and relax for a moment on your bed, and I will be back soon enough."

Looking at the condition of the room and the thing littering on the side of the bed, she felt guilty for all of this, but then shook off those feelings and went back to her apartment while looking back at Amane, who was starting to close his eyes.