An afternoon, a love letter, a cup of coffee.
After drinking it, when I woke up again, I had changed from an expressionless and asocial boy to a beautiful pink-haired girl (although my face was still expressionless).
After fooling the other red-haired girl lying on top of me, I gradually began to look at myself and my previous self.
"I really turned into a girl..."
"It seems like it can also create dreams..."
"Some people around me don't seem to remember me before - well, their memories of me seem to have been completely replaced by this body.*
"Huh? Why did my sister send me a message? "
"What? Does she remember me before? "
It's so troublesome...
It is often said that a person will usher in real death only after losing the seat given to him by society.
But now, I have become a cute and cold-faced girl, completely losing my previous social identity.
But there is nothing we can do.
I have become a [displaced person] and can only take one step at a time.
One day later, I was still expressionless, still a beautiful pink-haired girl.
"Am I crazy? "
"Or is the world crazy? "
Forget it, just live with an expressionless face.
For love and memory and all that.
…
Hey, what do you mean asking me to save the world? !
Isn't that how the script was written? !
