Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want

Is there some juicy gossip coming?

Nakano Ichika perked up.

Being continuously called out by Yukino for her inner thoughts actually made her feel a bit resentful, though she hadn't shown it.

Now that it seemed she might have a chance to hear the other party's secret, she might just be able to win back the face she had lost.

However, Fushimi Makoto's answer left her confused: "I can answer you this way, Yukinoshita: that matter is true."

He was, of course, referring to the time loop.

Yukino's expression remained unchanged: "How can you prove it?"

She was referring to the fact that the date was progressing normally.

Fushimi Makoto pointed his chopsticks at his temple: "You could try thinking more."

Yukino: "?"

Beside them, Nakano Ichika went from being initially energized to having a blank look in her eyes.

Are they speaking in code?

At this moment, Yukino suddenly smiled, but the smile wasn't warm at all: "In other words, you won't be offering any further explanations?"

"Because I've already said everything that can be said," Fushimi Makoto replied.

"Fair enough, but I still have many questions."

"Then you need to think even more."

"..."

Listening to the two of them speak in code, Nakano Ichika inexplicably felt that they had a real romantic chemistry.

Yukino did not continue the topic.

Compared to the unbelievable time loop, she was more willing to believe that everything yesterday was a script.

That Fushimi Makoto had hired people to act.

But if it were a script, how could that car accident be explained?

Surely he wouldn't go as far as finding someone to commit a drunk-driving, suicidal, high-speed stunt just to deceive her?

She had to remember that she saw this news just this morning.

The situation released by the police was the same as what Fushimi Makoto had said; the man was a gambling addict who owed countless debts, and even the car that was totaled had been stolen.

But if it wasn't a script, and time had normally arrived at a new day, how could that be explained?

Could he control time?

That didn't seem right either; when he spoke with her yesterday, there wasn't a single hint of lying in his demeanor.

Yukino considered herself to have a sharp eye, and she didn't believe Fushimi Makoto could act to a degree where she couldn't find a single flaw.

Therefore, the final answer could only be: the time loop was real.

Yukino's heart rate suddenly accelerated.

As for the possibility that he might be trying to woo her, she didn't care about that at all.

Based on their interactions so far, she was quite interested in Fushimi Makoto, but for her to actually like him? That was absolutely impossible!

Fushimi Makoto could actually guess what Yukino was thinking, but he didn't explain it, choosing instead to change the subject to lighten the mood: "Nakano-san, is your acting career going smoothly?"

He specifically lowered his voice.

Nakano Ichika hadn't really wanted to talk about this topic, but thinking that he already knew, she said helplessly: "It's alright, I'm walking down the path of hard work."

Fushimi Makoto said as if it were an afterthought: "That's good. When you become a big star one day, if you'd be willing to cooperate with me on a short film, it would be my honor."

"A short film?"

This word caught the attention of both girls.

Fushimi Makoto said casually: "Yeah, because of a personal hobby, I've spent a long time learning photography and have also learned how to write scripts."

He had also learned post-production, directing, and even how to handle set management.

"Eh? You're that amazing?" Nakano Ichika couldn't help but be surprised, as he didn't look like he was lying.

Yukino was eyeing Fushimi Makoto with a skeptical gaze.

Fushimi Makoto didn't mind, taking a small notebook out of his pocket: "Speaking of which, I have a story in my hands that I think is quite good. Would you like to see it?"

"Can I?" Nakano Ichika was very interested.

"Of course, it's just a draft."

"Thank you."

Nakano Ichika took it with a sense of curiosity.

But once she started reading, she became completely absorbed.

Yukino hadn't really cared at first, but as Nakano Ichika's expression became increasingly focused, and her breathing grew rapid with excitement by the end, her own curiosity was thoroughly piqued once again.

The "mastermind" behind all of this, Fushimi Makoto, was eating his meal leisurely.

The story was quite short, and since it was only a draft, Nakano Ichika finished reading it very quickly.

At this moment, she was gripping the notebook tightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Is this really a story you wrote?"

"There shouldn't be another story like it in the world," Fushimi Makoto replied.

Nakano Ichika's eyes shone brightly, and she seemed to want to say something but held back.

Yukino understood the look in her eyes immediately.

That was desire.

But in the end, Nakano Ichika simply put down the notebook and continued eating.

Yukino finally couldn't help herself: "May I take a look?"

"Sure," Fushimi Makoto nodded.

Yukino said thank you, finished her meal first, and then wiped her lips with a tissue before looking at the story in the notebook.

A story about a dying grandmother swapping bodies with her granddaughter before passing away?

Yukino felt a slight spark of interest.

The grandmother used her granddaughter's healthy body to make up for her regrets, then rushed back to the side of her granddaughter, who was trapped in the sickly body, intending to return the body to her—the plot cut off abruptly there.

Yukino's mood remained unchanged.

A touching story about family love?

She had seen too many of those.

She looked at the end of the story, where thirty years later, the granddaughter, now long since grown into an adult, sang an old nursery rhyme at her parents' funeral.

This nursery rhyme was the one her grandmother, who had been dead for many years, loved to sing the most.

The grandmother hadn't returned the body!

Because of the allure of a young, healthy body, she had caused her own granddaughter's death.

In an instant, Yukino was stunned.

She subconsciously looked at Fushimi Makoto, only to find that he was looking at her as well.

Clearly, he had already guessed her reaction.

Yukino took a deep breath, closed the notebook, returned it, and said softly: "A quite excellent ending. If it weren't for this conclusion, it would only be a mediocre story."

The way she looked at Fushimi Makoto changed, becoming somewhat complex.

She understood why Nakano Ichika had reacted that way.

A bit-part actress had discovered a treasure of a story and felt desire stir within her.

This guy did it on purpose, and it made her curiosity about him grow even more.

Yukino thought to herself with certainty.

I did do it on purpose.

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself.

One story attracted two girls he wanted to conquer.

This is called a win-win.

Meaning I win twice.

After the meal, the three of them returned their trays together, and Nakano Ichika found an opportunity to speak: "Are you two free today? I happen to have nothing to do tonight, so why don't I treat you to dinner today?"

Yukino refused: "Sorry, I have to go to the bookstore to buy some books."

Fushimi Makoto sounded as if he were reminiscing: "You still love reading so much."

Yukino raised an eyebrow slightly.

Is this reminding me again that the time loop is real?

She said unhurriedly: "Because reading makes me feel satisfied and happy; you should have known that for a long time, right?"

Yukino sent out a probe.

Fushimi Makoto, however, responded airily: "I suppose so."

What kind of answer is that?

Yukino's chest, which lacked much curvature, rose and fell slowly: "Just like that story of yours from earlier, you must have spent a long time learning to write scripts, and you also learned photography. Since it was a long time, that means you must have felt happy and satisfied during that period as well."

"I have never felt happy learning to write scripts," Fushimi Makoto said.

Chapter 7 But, I Refuse

During the afternoon class, Yukino was distracted, which was rare for her.

"I have never felt happy learning to write scripts."

She was certain that Fushimi Makoto had not been lying when he said that earlier.

When she asked for the reason, the other party replied: "Everything every day is a repetition; the longer it goes on, the more irritating it becomes. I have to spend a vast amount of time learning things, and only then can I distract my attention."

These words left a deep impression on her.

Likewise, this also indicated that the time loop was truly real.

Yukino even went out of her way to imagine it: every day being the same, with the people around her acting like NPCs that would "reset their status" when the next day arrived.

How long had he endured it all alone?

The mere thought of such a scene felt terrifying.

When Fushimi Makoto said those words, Nakano Ichika was also present.

Yukino could tell that Nakano Ichika didn't quite understand and had many questions she wanted to ask.

Yet, in the end, she held back.

On the surface, she appeared sunny and gentle, but in reality, she possessed a bit of cunning and calculation.

But only a little.

Yukino cast Nakano Ichika to the back of her mind.

She was very clear that her mind was currently filled entirely with Fushimi Makoto.

This wasn't liking him, but rather her thirst for knowledge displaying its vitality with enthusiasm.

I am truly very interested in you.

Yukino said to herself.

On the other side.

Fushimi Makoto was attending art class.

Because of their conversation in the morning, Matsukaze Mayu was paying special attention to him.