I reincarnated but I have a harem now?

Depression

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The doctor came in 10 minutes he looked a bit out of breath but quickly regained his posture. "How are you feeling? Any headache or anything?" He asked, he was careful with his approach as well.

"My body feels heavy and I have slight headache."

"Well you did have a very high fever, I will prescribe some herbs, and Mrs. Martha I will give the diet list." After that the adults exited the room. He leaned on the cushion, looked up to the ceiling and sighed, he was a normal student up until now, how did he even get into this reincarnation shit?

He doesn't really feel like living, though he doesn't want to die either, he remembers walking in the woods and then he kind of blacked out.... He doesn't know how he died, but he knows he committed suicide, it's just the memories of his death are missing.

His eyes darted towards the door as he heard it creak, a bunch of children were leaning on the door looking at him, trying to be secretive. He stared at them for a few seconds and looked back at the window, the room had a homey feeling to it but he just loved to go outside.

Hearing a few noisy squeaks he sighed again, frustrated because his peace was interrupted. "Come in." Hearing his voice the childern shuffled to come inside, but eventually were standing in a line.

"What can I do for you?" He made sure to keep his voice soft and not cold, the last thing he wants is a bunch of noisy brats crying out their eyes. They fidgeted with their fingers and toes, he resisted his urge to sigh loudly again.

"Um... It's nothing!" Saying that the two girls ran out, 3 boys following them, shuffling to leave the room. After they left he adjusted his cushions and laid back down, staring at the ceiling.

Later, the door opened again and a girl, older than a few years, with brown hair tied in loosely two braids, light freckles over her cheeks, and her brown eyes. This girl was the one that was sleeping when he had woken up.

She was carrying a tray with a bowl on it, "I brought you some soup, please drink it, it is good for health!" Saying that she handed him the tray. He was not blind and for some reason the world looked like it was out of an anime, maybe that's why he could see her blush.

He has yet to see his own appearance so he doesn't know how he looks, but if it gets a girl blushing then maybe he doesn't really look all that bad. Although his hair is a bit long.

"Can you perhaps hand me a mirror?" She flinched, she did not expect for him to speak to her. "Of- ofcourse!" She internally regretted her decision, but she can't help but be all fidgety around him, he looked so beautiful, his black hair and those charming sapphire eyes.

As Emily handed him the mirror, his eyes went wide at his own reflection, he was far from being handsome, he was beautiful, his pale skin, though you could see a bit of bones out of his cheeks, the most beautiful feature of his face were the pair of eyes, they shone like gems and the golden ring around his cat like pupils made him even more attractive.

He looked beautiful even cute at one point, he kept the mirror aside and resumed his meal, it was soup with a piece of bread, the bread dipped in soup was not rough or hard, it melted in his mouth.

After his meal, Emily handed him some pills along with a glass of water, he quickly put the pills in his and drank water to dissolve it. Emily excused herself and left the room leaving him all alone.

After a few minutes he shuffled out of bed and looked more around the room. He opened the door and inside was a classic bathroom, since he stinks of sweat due to having high fever, he decided to take a bath.

When he first opened his eyes, he was not in a situation to think about anything. He just accepted the situation out of nowhere, he needed to be at a safe place, he did not have the time to think about such things.

'Reincarnation' It mostly happens in novels and animes, he never truly believed in such things, he wasn't in too deep, reincarnation was a common term, if you didn't know about it you were surely living under a rock.

Thinking about it, would his parents cry? Would they feel sad? Would they hold a funeral for him? Would they care? Would anyone even visit his grave? Who would stay at his grave the longest? Thinking about such questions is really depressing, but he couldn't really imagine his parents crying for him, that sounds too unbelievable.

Would they find his diary? It was filled with depressing shit about wanting to die, disappear, to not exist, for people to not remember his existence. To be like he was never born.

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