Matsuda Jinpei's Fleeting Childhood (?)

"Good morning, Mr. Morofushi."

"Morning..."

As he sat up in bed, Hirotsugu Morofushi pressed a hand to his throbbing temple and answered Noah's greeting in a hoarse voice.

It took him a moment to slowly realize where his condition had come from.

To get enough information out of Jotaro Matsuda, he had gone with the flow yesterday and gotten thoroughly drunk.

The nature of his work required him to stay clearheaded and strong-willed at all times. Hirotsugu Morofushi had even undergone plenty of specialized training, so he was actually quite unfamiliar with this state.

This kind of indulgence might have been nothing more than relaxation during a low mood for others, but for people like them, it was fatal.

Rubbing his aching forehead again, Hirotsugu Morofushi stood up and casually asked Noah, who was dutifully playing the role of an intelligent butler, drawing the curtains and turning on the appliances for him, "You all really had it rough yesterday. Did you gather all the information on Matsuda?"

Aside from seeing Matsuda's father in that state and being unable to stop himself from imagining what his older brother had been like these past few years, leaving him miserable enough to want to numb himself with alcohol for a while, he had made that choice because he clearly knew his teammates were watching over him from the sidelines.

Though Zero was the main reason he had returned to this world, his current teammates also cared deeply about his existence.

If he had previously lacked a sense of reality about this unfamiliar experience, then after personally experiencing how they gathered information about the dead, Hirotsugu Morofushi came to understand something.

They surely knew more about him than he currently knew about Matsuda. He had been brought back into this world by a group