What's Wrong with Adding Me to All Those Omni-Anime Geniuses?

Although he wasn't afraid of pain, but... but what the hell! Did that even need a reason!?

That was life. Most people went their entire lives without ever seeing their own future clearly.

Even he, amid enjoyment, choices, and uncertain delight, sometimes found himself troubled by the ever-changing future.

But geniuses like Shiina Mashiro and Touma Kazusa were different. Sometimes, with a casual wave of their hands, they could seize the future as easily as reaching into a bag.

In the despairing instant he learned this truth, the flames in Sakurakoji Talent's eyes gradually went out, their light fading as he felt his dignity being trampled by her once again.

For over a decade, he had strode through the world as a lofty, detached, perfect young nobleman, yet lately, he kept feeling as though he was constantly getting the short end of the stick...

After being forced to let Shiina Mashiro draw several sketches of him and teaching her some strange knowledge, Sakurakoji Talent felt unclean.

Of course, Shiina Mashiro felt more or less the same way.

Had she ever heard of Azathoth?

The whispers of an ancient god, the curse of knowledge, the contamination of spirit and thought...

—Though she might not even have realized it, nor thought there was anything wrong...

"Her curiosity is way too strong..." Without even seeing Shiina Mashiro off, he sprawled sideways on the sofa, muttering "ahh, ugh" with dead-fish eyes.

In his current state, he probably couldn't do anything else tonight. He didn't even feel like playing games.

Fine, she could look—but why did she have to touch? Hadn't she seen those signs in stores saying, "If you're not buying it, don't touch it"?

Fine, she could touch—but why did she have to ask? Hadn't she heard of "Do not speak of