1.2

Kei sighed, getting ready for a new day while thinking of what to do. the plot was marked as an F difficulty, meaning it would be incredibly easy to manipulate, break, overcome, and fix the plot, to the point he doubted any world-hopper would even be here, unless it was a total beginner. unfortunately for him not only did his body wishes was to do the exact opposite of that and just 'watch over them' doing nothing himself, but as he was NOT a world-hopper himself but an illegal existence, he would like to hide his presence, and causing a change to the plot would only make it obvious something is not right there. his best course of action is to act like the ordinary Kei as much as possible, not mess with the plot, and hope that the impact of him not dying would be blamed on some other thing. he felt like crying, he really couldn't understand how the people in his memories felt so comfortable doing this, he could not see himself being nice and caring for so long. being 'peaceful' and 'playing nice' was just not something he knew how to do! he was way too spoiled for that! and he should hold back now? he can't even kill anyone, get in anyone way, change the plot, do ANYTHING? even his obligation of compensating the body should be done as discreetly as possible. he really wants to cry. he would, if not for 'always have to smile' law getting in his way.

Kei thanked this world for being so weak that he would only have to deal with that facade for 20-100 years. if nothing else in his next life his body would heal a little and he could actually use a few of the cheats on his bodies other then just looking good, as right now he was so defenseless and useless he couldn't even consider doing as he pleases, he had to obey.

sighing one last time, Kei rid himself of his true feelings and let the positivity of the original wash over him. he got ready and went his normal way, today was the beginning of the novel, the time the male lead met the female lead for the first time. it was 'a love at first sight' as they say, he scoffed.

"well, at least it won't be totally boring" Kei comforted himself, and as he finally saw her, he could feel something click and him being completely accepted by the world.

Kei Yuuma tried to brush off the heavy weights of his feelings as he met his 'best friend'.

unfortunately, or fortunately for him, convincing the world he is him meant carrying everything the previous did, including his memories, role in life, and feelings. and so, replacing the original with the whole plot unfolded (thanks to the system, he did not just take a body but became part of the story of the world, thus being mistaken as a world-hopper by the world and receiving the plot) he couldn't help but be flooded by an overwhelming feeling of wanting to be loved. it seem to be what Kei wanted more than anything else. he wanted to be as happy as his friend and thus, when he was constantly being fed dog-food and always heard about her love, he wanted to have such love himself. Kei was actually a bit surprised how he seem to hold no ill or good will for his best friend. considering how highly he saw her as, he thought he for the very least hoped for more.

but it seem he was not completely stupid and never mistook her friendship for love, even at his darkest hours, and truly thought he deserved the abuse and thus blamed nobody for it, not even his bullies.

Kei snapped out of his state and focused on the girl next to him "Ali" he gave her his usual warm smile as they walked side by side, which seemed to be enchanted by his current adorable look, he looked endearing and lovely, and those that looked at him felt comfortable with just a glance. he couldn't help but go over what he 'remembers' of her again. Allena Moto, a nice considerate girl from an average family, third child. she's quite a beauty, having an elegant look. black long hair and deep black eyes, she was really popular.

they met at kindergarten, and became friends right away. they both had other friends at the time but as they grew up they became more close. when they went to high school, all of Kei previous friends went to another, easier one, leaving him in his current situation, while Allena kept a few friends who also managed to reach this top school. she was a really nice girl that made the funniest expression.

"Kei" she said, smiling. she didn't notice anything different about him but felt he was a bit more pleasant today. as they walked on their way to school they started to talk about some random things that came to mind, having a mindless conversation.

his smile became a bit more genuine as he felt his guise succeed. even though as they talked he couldn't help but be distracted by the abnormal barrage of feelings overwhelming him. it felt so familiar 'how long was it since i felt it?' he couldn't help but think to himself. it was so long that he forgot how he was supposed to feel. he cherished the feelings.

'I wonder, how much of those feelings actually belong to me?' he idly thought as he conversed with his 'best friend'. unlike what he looks like, or how he likes to act, he was actually an empty person. it couldn't be helped as he was not the one who lived most of his own life. he mostly felt like a bystander, like he watched things through another's eye, even his memories were fragmented, leaving too much of a blank and showing clearly events that had not happened in his life, proving to be a memory of another. he based his whole personality around those memories that were not even his own, so it was not surprising, at least not for him, that he didn't know himself how he feels. after all, they were feelings of another before. being given that position again, and being forced all this feelings, this time with the capability of making his own choices rather than getting the 'second hand' feeling of 'after the act', when things no longer can be changed, was oddly comforting. he had a clear base of how he should feel and why, and even intact memories connected to it, making it easier to understand. he has to admit, Kei's memories were much clearer than his own, to the point he could easily separate the two at a glance. he found such act instinctual, something that seemed to be so hard with his own memories. he found it ridiculous the memory of another felt so easy to navigate through like they were clouds, while his own felt as solid and confusing as navigating in water, and a swamp at that.

either way, knowing how he felt and why after so long felt quite good, and feeling emotions that weren't actually his own felt natural for him, as it was a thing he dealt with his whole life. it was to the point he didn't mind those feelings and felt natural to act on them. feeling quite satisfied with knowing once again how he feels, even if it was technically not him feeling it, he focused again on his friend and the tasks he was left with, paying more attention to the conversation. the deep feeling of longing constantly hammering at the back of his mind.