Chapter 1

1: The Dead Fat Otaku of Shuchiin

"Kasumigaoka Utaha, are you even listening to me? Hey!"

"What's wrong, Sawamura-san?"

"You! You're the type I hate the most. Where is the explanation I asked for?!"

"What explanation? All I know is that it's my bad luck to be in the same group as you for the spring trip..."

"You think I wanted to be grouped with someone from a different grade?" Eriri said, clenching her fists in a huff.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, on the other hand, looked completely indifferent. She seemed not to want to deal with Eriri anymore: "I have things to do. Could you please stop bothering me, Sawamura-san?"

As Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke, she subconsciously furrowed her brows and glanced back suspiciously toward a certain spot.

The entrance to the restroom not far away.

A tall, obese, dead fat otaku exuding a gloomy aura was startled.

Kitakami Yoru froze for a moment, then quickly averted his gaze after coming to his senses.

He had been in the restroom just now and heard a heated argument.

When he came out and saw people fighting, he stopped out of curiosity to take a look.

"Those two... they must be Sawamura Spencer Eriri from my grade and the senior Kasumigaoka Utaha from the year above, right?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Kitakami Yoru secretly raised his eyelids and scanned them with the corner of his eye.

He hadn't recognized them wrong.

However, Kasumigaoka Utaha had clearly been facing away from him.

How could she have suddenly turned her head as if she had noticed him all along, and even locked eyes with him so accurately when she looked back?

Kitakami Yoru felt a little surprised, and also felt a faint curiosity about Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha arguing.

But after being spotted by Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kitakami Yoru now only wanted to leave as quickly as possible and stay as far away from girls as he could, otherwise, bad things would happen.

On the other side.

Kasumigaoka Utaha saw Kitakami Yoru and, realizing he was just a pathetic obsessed nerd she had absolutely no impression of and who had no presence in her mind, didn't pay much attention to him.

"It's so infuriating, you idiot woman..." Seeing Kasumigaoka Utaha ignore her, Eriri was instantly enraged and about to snap.

Apparently, she still hadn't noticed Kitakami Yoru's presence.

"Still want to argue? Look?" Kasumigaoka Utaha tilted her head at the remark, signaling to Eriri.

"What?" Eriri looked in the direction Kasumigaoka Utaha signaled, surprised, and the aggressive expression on her face softened significantly.

"Hmph, always putting on an act at school..." Kasumigaoka Utaha crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

"What are you spouting... just you wait..." Eriri, having her little secrets exposed by Kasumigaoka Utaha, shouted back to save face.

"Enough, stop bothering me. Who Rinri-kun wants to be with is his own business." Kasumigaoka Utaha finished irritably and walked away.

Eriri wanted to chase after her, but then she thought about the people watching nearby.

To maintain her cold, aloof persona at school, she had to give up.

As Eriri left, she glared viciously at Kitakami Yoru, casting a look of disdain at this disgusting dead fat otaku.

The kind that didn't hide it at all, with her nostrils almost pointing to the sky.

Sitting at home, disaster falls from the sky.

Kitakami Yoru was long used to similar things, and his heart remained completely calm.

Because, from childhood to adulthood, he had been an out-and-out dead fat otaku, a big fatty.

Last year's physical exam showed he was 176cm tall, but weighed nearly 300 jin.

In elementary school, he was often ostracized by his peers because he was fat; they all mocked him for being a big fatty, and no one wanted to play with him, so he grew accustomed to being a loner without realizing it.

Once in middle school, he was on the same road home as a girl, and because he was in a hurry, he accidentally bumped into her.

The next day, rumors spread around the school that he was a stalking pervert who had been secretly following her for a long time and couldn't help but make a move yesterday, intentionally bumping into that girl...

After he tried to defend himself, no one was willing to believe him, which only made Kitakami Yoru's situation even more embarrassing.

Kitakami Yoru had experienced events similar to this several times.

Occasionally, there would even be baseless, unrelated rumors that he didn't even know about himself.

Therefore, he gradually grew to like staying by himself, afraid to communicate with others, and even more afraid to get close to girls.

Thinking of this, Kitakami Yoru sighed and walked to the sink to splash his face hard with water.

The face in the mirror, though very fat and gloomy in temperament, with hair covering his temples and eyebrows.

But looking closely, his features were actually quite regular, and his skin was fair from being a shut-in for so long, it was just that there was a lot of fat on his face.

If he could just lose the weight, it would be fine.

Unfortunately, Kitakami Yoru's obesity was inherited from his father's easy-to-gain-weight constitution.

He belonged to the type that could gain weight just by drinking a sip of water, and the difficulty of losing weight was more than ten times that of an ordinary person.

Staring at himself in the mirror.

A middle-aged man who looked 70% like him, with some baldness, dark circles, wearing nearsighted glasses, and slightly obese, appeared in Kitakami Yoru's mind.

Kitakami Toya, Kitakami Yoru's father, currently works as a middle-level manager at a venture capital firm.

He only eats low-fat, low-calorie meats like beef and chicken breast along with vegetables, and his daily work involves a fair amount of exercise, yet he still hasn't completely slimmed down.

When Kitakami Yoru tried to lose weight, he lacked his father's self-discipline entirely.

Bearing the torture and immense psychological pressure, he would finally manage to lose a few dozen jin, only to bounce right back as soon as he relaxed.

Kitakami Yoru had returned empty-handed time and time again.

In the end, he simply gave up on himself, letting things go to ruin.

"I wonder how a man as fat as my dad managed to marry my mom when he was young?" Kitakami Yoru gave a sheepish, bitter smile at the mirror, thinking of his mother.

His mother's name is Kitakami Megumi, and she runs a flower shop.

Kitakami Yoru had seen photos of his mother when she was young; she was a top-tier beauty, not at all inferior to the likes of Kasumigaoka Utaha.

So Kitakami Yoru was very puzzled, although he hadn't seen photos of his father when he was young.

But he could definitely be certain that his father was also a fatty when he was young.

The so-called "one fat ruins everything"—how exactly did such an ugly father manage to hook such a beautiful mother? This had always been a mystery in Kitakami Yoru's heart.

Like him, it seems it's been almost ten years since he had a normal conversation with a stranger, right?

He would usually talk to himself unconsciously.

Kitakami Yoru thought silently, reaching out to pinch the fat on his face.

He had also fantasized before.

Stories like those light novels and manga where a fatty is the protagonist, who, after a major blow, becomes determined to lose weight and eventually makes a comeback to become a top-tier handsome guy.

However, that was a light novel, it was virtual, it was fake.

Kitakami Yoru had self-awareness.

Probably... should be...

If he really lost the weight, he would probably have an average look for a boy; perhaps with his mother's excellent genes, he would be slightly taller.

But, becoming that one-in-a-million top-tier handsome guy, making the girls who once looked down on him fall in love with him one after another, submit to him, and love no one but him... and so on.

That was basically impossible; that was the treatment for a novel protagonist.

"How could I possibly become that kind of handsome guy? I can't even lose the weight..." Kitakami Yoru shook his head; better not to fantasize randomly.