"Sorry, Haruno-kun. You're such a friendly person, and there's a lot I like about you... but for some reason, just imagining you as my lover makes me feel sick. I'm sorry."
Those words cut through Haruno Aizawa like a knife. He stood there, frozen, as if his heart had been hollowed out in an instant. It wasn't just rejection—it was something crueler. Something he couldn't even argue against.
She didn't say she disliked him. She didn't say he was a bad guy. She didn't even give the usual excuses like "I just don't see you that way" or "I like someone else." No, what she said was far worse. The very idea of him as a lover made her physically ill.
Haruno let out a bitter chuckle, staring up at the sky as if he could find an answer there. What the hell was I expecting? This wasn't even the first time he had been rejected. It had happened before. Again and again. In elementary school or middle school, Always the same pattern—girls got along with him, they laughed with him, they even relied on him… but the moment romance entered the equation, something changed. As if some invisible force made it impossible for him to be loved.
And yet, despite all of this, he couldn't exactly call himself "ordinary." From the moment he was born, he had always known—he was different.
Haruno Aizawa remembered his past life.
Or at least… parts of it. It was a fragmented mess, like trying to recall a dream after waking up. He could remember being sick—deathly sick. A boy who had spent most of his short life confined to hospital rooms, watching the world through a window. His family had been wealthy, so he had everything he needed: books, games, movies, anime, manga. An entire world of fiction at his fingertips. Yet, for all the knowledge he had accumulated, he had lacked the one thing that mattered most—time.
He must have died young. Eighteen, maybe? He wasn't even sure. It was like someone had taken a pair of scissors to his memories, cutting out the important parts and leaving behind only scattered fragments.
I should remember more, shouldn't I? Haruno frowned. It wasn't just his past life that felt incomplete—there was something else. Something missing.
But before he could dwell on that thought, the ache in his chest dragged him back to reality. His fists clenched at his sides as he exhaled slowly.
"Why?" he muttered to himself. "Why does this keep happening?"
He had tried. He had been kind. He had been understanding. He had done everything he thought a good person should do. But no matter how hard he tried, love was always out of reach.
A cruel joke.
A puzzle with missing pieces.
And worst of all—he had no idea why.
Haruno Aizawa had been looking forward to high school. A fresh start, a new chapter, and maybe—just maybe—a chance to change his luck when it came to love.
Of course, living alone wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
One month before school started, his father suddenly announced he was being transferred overseas for work. Not long after, his mother followed, saying there was a job opportunity for her as well. Just like that, Haruno found himself living in a small apartment all on his own.
It wasn't the worst thing in the world. Thanks to his past-life memories, he had always been more independent than most kids his age. But still, the idea of being completely alone for the next three years made him a little anxious.
At least… that's what he thought his biggest problem would be.
Then, one morning, everything changed.
Haruno Aizawa had been looking forward to high school. A fresh start, a new chapter, and maybe—just maybe—a chance to change his luck when it came to love.
Of course, living alone wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
One month before school started, his father suddenly announced he was being transferred overseas for work. Not long after, his mother followed, saying there was a job opportunity for her as well. Just like that, Haruno found himself living in a small apartment all on his own.
It wasn't the worst thing in the world. Thanks to his past-life memories, he had always been more independent than most kids his age. But still, the idea of being completely alone for the next three years made him a little anxious.
At least… that's what he thought his biggest problem would be.
Then, one morning, everything changed.
Haruno's eyes fluttered open, but instead of his familiar bedroom ceiling, he was met with an endless expanse of shimmering light. It was like floating in the middle of a galaxy, countless stars twinkling around him.
He tried to sit up—only to realize he wasn't lying on anything at all.
"What the—"
"Ah, you're finally awake," a deep, gentle voice echoed.
Haruno turned his head and saw a figure standing before him. A man—no, something far greater than a man. He radiated an overwhelming presence, his form shifting like an ethereal mirage, both familiar and unknowable.
Haruno blinked. "Wait… am I dead again?"
The god chuckled. "No, no. You're very much alive. But this is an important meeting—one long overdue."
The weight of those words settled in, and memories suddenly surged through Haruno's mind. He had seen this being before—somewhere in the distant fragments of his past life. A hazy recollection of a conversation, of a promise made.
"You…" Haruno's breath hitched. "You're the god who reincarnated me."
"Indeed. And I owe you an apology."
Haruno tilted his head. "An apology?"
The god sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yes. You see, there was… a mistake. In your previous life, you suffered from an incurable disease. But that wasn't supposed to happen."
Haruno narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean 'wasn't supposed to happen'?"
The god cleared his throat. "Well, let's just say there was a clerical error. A mix-up. You were never meant to be born with that illness."
"...So, you're telling me I died young because of a paperwork error?"
"Erm. Essentially, yes."
Haruno groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Are you serious? I spent my entire life bedridden, and it turns out it was because some divine intern hit the wrong button?!"
"Now, now, don't get too upset," the god said hastily. "I fully intend to make it up to you. In fact, I already have. Do you recall making a wish before your reincarnation?"
Haruno frowned. "A wish…?"
Then, like a puzzle piece clicking into place, it came back to him.
A fleeting moment before his death. The god's voice asking him if he had any regrets. His own weak, dying voice responding with:
"If I get another life… I want to experience something ridiculous. Like Rentarou Aijou. A hundred girlfriends who love me unconditionally. Superhuman powers that exist for love. An absurd, over-the-top romance story."
Haruno's eyes widened. "Wait… you actually granted that?!"
The god smiled. "Of course. A divine mistake calls for divine compensation. However, there were some conditions. You wouldn't remember everything immediately, and your soulmates would only start appearing once you reached high school. I mean, it's much more convenient this way..."
Haruno swallowed. "So you're saying… right now, my love life is about to turn into a harem rom-com on steroids?"
"That is precisely what I'm saying."
"...And all 100 girls are characters from my favorite series?"
"Exactly."
A long silence stretched between them.
Then, Haruno took a deep breath and asked the one thing on his mind.
"…What the hell have you done to my life?"
The god simply chuckled.
"Exactly the kind you wished for."
Their conversation had been brief, yet somehow, it unraveled everything.
As the god's words settled in, a flood of memories crashed into Haruno's mind—memories of a life long past. A life that, in hindsight, was painfully dull. He had been a boy trapped in a hospital bed, his world confined to sterile white walls and the quiet hum of medical machines.
He could barely remember what the outside world felt like. No childhood adventures, no schoolyard friendships—just the endless cycle of treatments, doctor visits, and the occasional, fleeting hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd get better. But in the end, he never did.
And yet, if there was one silver lining to that monotonous existence, it was the escapism he found in fiction. He had spent his days devouring anime, manga, light novels, and games—immersing himself in stories of heroes, adventure, and romance. The emotions he couldn't experience firsthand, he lived through the characters on screen and on paper.
Maybe that's why I made that wish, Haruno thought. Because my past life was the exact opposite of Rentarou's.
A boy who spent his days in solitude, never knowing love—now reborn with the fate of being loved by a hundred girlfriend. It was such an absurd contrast that Haruno almost wanted to laugh.
But even as he processed everything, a single question lingered in his mind.
"Will this life really be different?"
He clenched his fists. No, he couldn't let doubt creep in. If the god's words were true, then his story was about to begin in the most ridiculous way possible.
And this time… he wasn't going to let it slip through his fingers.
Author Note
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