"Here's my room. It's a little messy, but make yourself at home."
"O-Oh, yeah. Coming in!"
"What's with that reply? You sound like some club underclassman after practice."
She beckoned me inside, and I stepped into Yuria's room.
As someone entering a girl's room for the first time, I'd had no real idea what to expect—but it felt like I'd been isekai'd into another world entirely. A whole "different realm" unfolded before me.
The spacious room, with its light pink and white walls, was dotted with cute, fancy furniture and plush toys lined up everywhere. Red-and-white curtains framed the window, and a pink-and-yellow leopard-print rug lay under the desk with the PC.
In one corner stood an unmistakably luxurious white dresser, while a large bookshelf built into the wall held nearly a hundred fashion magazines, neatly sorted by date.
Yuria had called it "messy," but the floor was spotless—the place was so tidy a robot vacuum could roam freely.
"Y-Yuria's room...... It's insanely clean...... And it smells amazing, just like you, sniiiiifff."
"Hold up—deep-breathing the second you step into a girl's room is peak creepy. Well...... glad you didn't say I stink, at least."
"No way I'd ever think you stink, Yuria! Your scent alone has me scarfing down ten bowls of rice, easy!"
"Ugh, cut it out already! That's so gross!"
Even as she said it, Yuria cracked a shy smile.
She was the only one who'd laugh off my creepy comments like that.
Being able to say whatever without holding back—it was true happiness.
"Huh? No anime merch anywhere, like Breast-Kyun stuff...... You hiding it?"
"Duh. Rui and Airi drop by all the time—I can't just leave it out."
"Fair enough."
"All my otaku gear's in the hobby room next door. Tons of games there too, so we'll hit it up later...... but first, uh."
Yuria fidgeted, glancing away.
"R-Right now...... I want you to look at me. This me."
"This you? What do you—"
"L-Look! Here! My junior high yearbook."
She yanked a book from the lower shelf and thrust it at me.
Oh, she wanted to show off her middle school pics?
Jeez, only someone secure in her cuteness could pull that off. My own junior high yearbook? Total Loner vibes—I'd burn it in a heartbeat (Tanaka was her usual Gloomy Girl self behind those glasses, too).
"Huh, middle school Yuria. Thighs still look killer."
"Seriously, what are you even looking at? Always fixated on that."
"Your thighs go without saying...... but damn, Yuria, you're just next-level cute."
"......!"
"This class photo drives it home—you're taller than the guys, killer figure. And that face? Insanely cute. Having you in class would've made every other girl feel bad."
"......W-Well, obviously. I work at it."
She tsun-tsunned her response, but a smile tugged at her lips.
I wasn't flattering her—just stating facts...... and she seemed quietly pleased.
No complaints there. Good mood meant thigh-touching privileges.
"Anyway, bet you were crazy popular in junior high."
"Honestly? Yeah. Guys confessed weekly for a while......"
"No kidding! Every week!? For real!?"
"But...... no way I thought a boyfriend would get my other side. And after fighting with my friends, I got scared to tell anyone about my otaku stuff...... Remember our first time at the Arcade? I came at you hard."
Yeah, now that she said it, I remembered.
Even this fully fallen Yuria (by our standards) had been on high alert back then—glaring daggers until her pretty face twisted.
"It's a hassle, right? This side of me."
"......Yuria."
For her, being such a stunner was its own curse—fitting into otaku circles was damn near impossible.
But she wanted to own both her gal side and her otaku passions...... and the relationship drama from that had tormented her, as I'd heard before.
Sure, Extroverts dig anime now too—but mostly mainstream hits.
And Yuria? Straight-up obsessed with that R17.9999 late-night gem, Breast-Kyun.
"Whatever! I don't need some guy. I've got you, Ryouta."
"M-Me?"
"Yeah. You're my Understander, and I'm yours...... so who needs an 'understanding' boyfriend?"
"Uh, if you say so?"
She made it sound obvious, so I nodded.
I've got her everyday gal and secret otaku sides covered—no boyfriend required?
"Makes sense, I guess? I figured with how horny you are, you'd want one anyway."
"Hah!? I mean, yeah, I've got urges...... but I'm not that bad!"
"Huh? You let a perv like me touch your thighs, though."
"No! That was you obsessing over thighs! How's it my fault for letting you!?"
"I'll own up to visually raping your thighs like I'm devouring them with my eyes every day...... but I haven't begged to touch 'em much."
"What's that sneaky excuse? Staring that hard screams 'let me touch.'"
No...... visually raping Yuria's thighs was more "knead and grope" than mere touch—close, but worlds apart.
"Anyway. Chilling in your room like this? My tension's gone. You're probably the one I relax most around."
"F-For real? More than Tanaka?"
"Why bring up Tanaka!?"
I'd been savoring our chat in Yuria's room when—bam—brain ramen-slurping Tanaka invaded, killing my ero-manga vibes dead.
"Well, she's your longest buddy, right? Kinda wanna compare."
"We met in junior high—no childhood history, and it ain't that long."
"Childhood...... Oh yeah! There was something from back then I wanted to show you."
She grabbed another book from the lower shelf and passed it over.
"This is the treasure I mentioned......"
A Lucky & H volume.