Matsuda Yuya considered himself an utterly ordinary person with an ability, until one day he saw some strange comments floating across his vision.
[Yuya, get it together already! The you next door has become the boss of the Organization, so why are you still sitting here playing games??]
[Oroso must be holding back something huge. It has to be because he needs help from the good guys!]
[See ya. I'm going back to read the main story Yuya. He looks so handsome in a black coat and fur jacket, hehe~]
It was the height of summer, and Yuya, dressed in a plain white shirt and slippers, could only stare in disbelief.
What on earth were these comments talking about? Why couldn't he understand a single word? And who was Oroso? What an awful name.
From the comments, he eventually worked out that his world was a spin-off manga, while the Yuya in the main story, in other words, his counterpart in a parallel world, was a supervillain.
But what did that have to do with him? Oroso was Oroso, and he was himself. Don't drag him into it. Villains never get a happy ending, and he didn't want to die.
Meanwhile, Matsuda and Hagiwara suddenly began to suspect that he was doing something bad where they couldn't see him.
Then one day, Matsuda, who seemed more like a delinquent than Yuya did, hesitantly stopped him as he played video games and asked if he'd experienced anything tragic in his childhood.
Yuya gave him a slightly sympathetic look. “Matsuda, if you're getting old, go eat some supplements. Don't wear yourself out.” Naturally, he was promptly rewarded with an affectionate punch from Matsuda.
After reading the latest chapter of the manga, Jinpei Matsuda glanced at the guy lying on the sofa watching TV and slowly formed a question in his mind:
Was this really the guy who did nothing at home but sleep and eat every day?
He'd thought those comments were useless, until a man who claimed to be one of his subordinates found him. “We've made all the preparations. Just give the word, and we'll wipe out the Crows.”
“Oh, okay. Go ahead.” He spotted a pink-haired man with narrowed eyes at the street corner and, for some reason, thought of strawberry daifuku.
“Yes! You've been watching that man. Do you want to work with the FBI?”
Matsuda Yuya slowly formed a question mark.
How was he supposed to think that far ahead? He was wondering what to eat for dinner.
Theme: Live well
