Many reasons can be the fruit of reincarnation.
It may be the common truck-kun or jumping off a building, or from saving a world and dying from the adventure.
But what if, the root is not any of those?
What if, it was a cruel way of transferring to...
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Chapter I - Book of a Cliche Romance
One man in one bright room in one large house, standing on the middle surrounded by an aura of irritation. Having his phone roughly pressed on his ear, his hand gripping on the poor abused gadget. His lips were curled into a forced smile as his eyes was closed to hide the glint of annoyance.
"Yes... Sir- thank you."
Forcing out a "thank you", gritting teeth and eyebrows furrowed, eyes glaring as he stared at the ended call on the screen. Just seconds after the stressful call, his hand became relaxed as the phone was thrown on the sofa. Letting out a stressed groan while making a mess out of his brown straight hair.
"Aghh, I hate this! New projects?! Math? Why with letters?! I'm going to fail! I'm never graduatinggg."
Letting out a rant as he stomped on the floor, as if imagining his greatest subject enemy, math. It was not an understatement to say this man, Kenji, hated the school lesson mostly involving difficult numbers and equations. Math was his least subject, he accepted that he was dumb at it.
A sigh was released from him as he took a deep breath to try and calm down. His head then snapped to look at the sofa near him, there laid his phone. If it was a person it would possibly have already died from all the things it had been through. He slowly walked towards it and reached it with his hand and gently put it on his cheek.
"I'm so sorry, my darling, I was just pissed... I didn't mean to~"
He apologized and reassured the phone like some crazy bastard. If he treasured the thing so much? Why did he threw it? Simple answer, anger issues.
Regretting was always late. Throwing his phone was only out of his anger, and he could never bear it if his phone were to actually break. Babying his phone after, was just a result from being broke and not able to afford a new one. Although it was his fault that he was too lazy to do jobs despite not having allowances.
No allowances meant no family, no family meant he was lonely. Orphan at birth, adopted by an old couple at 8, yet died just before turning into legal adult. With the couple not having children, he naturally inherited the house and land. Although he had not much money to inherit.
Shaking his head, he took away the negative atmosphere he didn't even realized. Walking to his room on the second floor, he excitedly hummed, not waiting to read a novel befitting for him. Boy's love, ah yes, gayness is seeping out in the first chapter.
Grinning and smirking as if plotting a murder, his face was quite concerning. Although it was quite normal, especially if it was scenes that are not censored. Giggling creepily, a sudden call sounded and vibrated on his phone making him pause. Giving his gadget a nasty look before reluctantly accepting it.
