Crossover Anime: The Heroine's Savior in the Other World

Eriri squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the notebook at her feet, listening to the whispers and pointing fingers around her, her mind a complete blank. Scenes of being ostracized in elementary school suddenly flooded back from the depths of her memory like a movie.

This can't go on; we'll repeat the same mistake. Having my hobby exposed by a classmate—as a prominent figure at school—everyone will know about it tomorrow.

She didn't want to be isolated anymore, she didn't want to be laughed at anymore. Eriri opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but it felt like something was choking her, and she couldn't make a sound.

Tears welled up in her eyes. If someone saw her buying notebooks or something, her elegant British lady image would be shattered. In the end, she'd probably have no choice but to transfer schools.

Her legs gave way, and she sat down on the ground, unable to stand up. Her face was burning red, and she felt dizzy and disoriented, as if she was about to lose consciousness.

Kitahara Sosuke calmly observed the situation from a short distance away. School violence is not uncommon in Japan, especially when someone like Eriri has a strange hobby that is known to others. Being isolated is almost a certainty.

It might be worse; I might even be bullied or something. In that case, I'll probably have to start over in a completely new environment.

"You're lucky, since I happen to need your help."

Kitahara Sosuke muttered to himself as he pushed through the crowd and went inside.

"What are you doing sitting on the ground?" Kitahara Sousuke walked over with his mouse, coldly looking at Otaku Rin, who was kneeling on the ground in a daze.

"And who told you to throw the things I bought on the ground? Are you venting your frustration?" With that, Kitahara Sosuke bent down and slapped Eriri across the face, while giving her a wink.

"I'm sorry, I... I was accidentally bumped into..."

Eriri covered her face, her eyes red and swollen, and looked at Kitahara Sosuke with some fear, secretly wiping away her tears.

"Are you alright? If you are, get up quickly."

Kitahara Sosuke grabbed the other person's arm and pulled her up from the ground with a strong effort. She was incredibly thin, practically skin and bones.

"what are you doing!"

"Who are you? How dare you treat Sawamura-kun so rudely?"

The two girls, who were still in a state of surprise, saw Eriri, who didn't dare to make a sound after being slapped, and Kitahara Sosuke, who was cursing. They quickly separated the two and protected Eriri behind them.

"Who am I? It's none of your business!" Kitahara Sosuke put on a delinquent look. "Eri is my toy. I can do whatever I want with her. What's wrong with slapping a piece of trash like her who can't even buy me something?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd of onlookers again: "What are you looking at? Those who are not involved, please disperse!"

Kitahara Sousuke slammed his fist into a nearby lamppost, causing the lamppost to visibly bend at an angle, startling passersby who scurried away in fear.

"That's too much, I'm going to tell the teacher."

"Call the police!"

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. I have something on Eriri that she can use against me. If you don't believe me, ask her."

Kitahara Sosuke gestured with his chin toward Eriri, who was hiding behind the two of them, and asked impatiently, "Are you coming or not? Or do you want to play cops and robbers with your classmates?"

"Walk……"

Eriri made a sound like a startled deer.

"Then hurry up and pick up what's on the ground!"

"Okay, I'll be right there..."

Eriri hurriedly knelt down to tidy up the notebooks scattered all over the floor, then forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said to the two girls, "Miyoko, Naoka, I have something to do..."

"Eri, don't go with him. Don't be afraid, I'll call the police right away." Miyoko immediately took out her phone.

"Please, no!" Eriri looked at her friends with a wry smile. "Please, keep this a secret..."

"But……"

"Stop talking, Miyoko."

Naoka interrupted her friend, and the two of them watched helplessly as Eriri packed her things and limped after Kitahara Sousuke, disappearing into the street.

"How could Eriri-san know someone like that..."

"She must have some unspeakable reason. Look at how confident that man is. If we rashly get involved, we might just make things worse."

"hateful!"

……

"Where...are we going?"

Eriri lowered her head and said softly, her hand being pulled by the other person and she couldn't stop. Her knees were sore from running, probably from being chafed at some point.

"Walk a little further, and my house will be just ahead."

"You, your home?!"

Eriri slammed on the brakes, shaking off the hand gripping her wrist, and said nervously, "What are we going to your house for...?"

"Let me bandage your wound."

Kitahara Sosuke looked at the dust and faint blood seeping from the girl's black knee-high socks.

"Don't go!"

Eriri turned to leave; there was no reason for her to go home with a boy she had just met. However, her bruised knees made her walk awkwardly, and after only two steps, she stumbled and sat down on the ground.

"Woo..."

"Sawamura-kun, now is not the time for you to be so tsundere." Kitahara Sousuke looked at the girl sitting like a duck and sighed helplessly. Being tsundere is such a hassle.

"I'm not being tsundere! Eek..." Eriri showed her little tiger teeth, trying to be fierce at the other person, but ended up aggravating her twisted ankle, which was in excruciating pain.

"let me see……"

Ignoring the girl's struggles, Kitahara Sosuke forcibly grabbed Eriri's calf and held it in front of him, revealing that her left ankle was a whole size larger than her right.

"Don't move, you probably twisted it and it's a bit swollen," Kitahara Sosuke released the girl's leg and then squatted down in front of Eriri. "Come on up, let's go to my house first. You need to put an ice pack on your twisted ankle right away."

"I……"

"If you don't like being carried on your back, a princess carry is also fine."

"Who wants you to hug me! You're getting a free ride..."

Eriri blushed, gently arched forward, and nestled against Kitahara Sosuke's back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then she felt her legs being gently supported by a pair of large hands, and her entire perspective suddenly rose higher.

"so small!"

Kitahara Sosuke couldn't help but compare the feeling of carrying the Four-Sided Butterfly with the feeling of carrying it before; the feeling of carrying the Butterfly was simply heaven.

"Thank you for earlier... Does your hand still hurt?"

Eriri, who was perched on Kitahara Sosuke's back, rarely spoke up to thank him. Kitahara Sosuke's slap, delivered with his left hand, was so loud that it startled her.

"do not worry about it."

"By the way, why did you have to stage this kind of plot? Wouldn't that be bad for your reputation...?"

Eriri blushed slightly and silently bit her lip. She understood the plot of using leverage to blackmail her female classmate the moment she saw the other person's eyes, after all, she had drawn it herself.

"Oh dear, I actually wanted to pretend to be your boyfriend or brother or something... but if I did that, I'm afraid by Monday, all sorts of rumors would spread that Eriri had posed in eighteen different positions to satisfy her boyfriend's whims..."

Kitahara Sousuke shrugged; the situation wouldn't be much different from before.

"Huh?! Then why didn't you say it was my brother?"

Eriri was startled, then asked curiously.

"Brother? Look at that notebook in your hand, are you serious?"

Kitahara Sosuke retorted speechlessly.

"...Perverted!"

Eriri suddenly remembered that one of the notebooks that had fallen to the ground earlier contained a story about a tsundere younger sister being sexually assaulted by her older brother.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Returning Home

"Moreover, this way the famous Sawamura-kun will owe me a favor," Kitahara Sosuke said smugly. "A favor from Sawamura-kun is quite rare."

"Hmph, I guess I owe you one."

Being tsundere means that even if you've already admitted it in your heart, you still have to say something to contradict it.

"Okay, we've arrived at my home. Get out."

Kitahara Sosuke put Eriri down from his back, supporting her with one hand while reaching for the key to open the door with the other.

"I am back!"

"Sorry to bother you..."

Eriri cautiously peeked into the entryway. It was her first time visiting a boy's house other than Tomoya's, and she was incredibly nervous. She hadn't even dressed up properly for the day!

"Stop looking, no one's home."

Kitahara Sousuke took out a pair of slippers and placed them at the other person's feet. "These are my sister's spare slippers. Try them on first; they should be about the right size."

"You should have said so earlier."

Eriri took off her shoes and slipped her little feet, which were covered in over-the-knee socks, into her slippers. It was much more comfortable without her parents around.

"Sit on the sofa for a while, I'll go get the first-aid kit."

Kitahara Sousuke helped the other person to the sofa, then went upstairs to find some liniment. A short while later, he came down carrying a small white box.

"Why don't you take off your socks? Do you want me to do it myself?"

Kitahara Sosuke looked at Eriri, who was like a puppet, only moving when he spoke, and couldn't help but tease her.

"I can do it myself..."

Eriri whispered, then curled up her legs and slowly pulled down her over-the-knee socks, starting from her thighs. When she passed her wound, she couldn't help but let out a couple of "oohs".

"Let me see……"

Without saying a word, Kitahara Sosuke picked up Eriri's small foot and first checked the abrasion on her knee. It was probably from when she fell in a panic. The wound was shallow, but it had been bleeding a bit since she started walking.

He first wiped away the dust near the wound with a clean, damp cloth, then unscrewed a bottle of iodine, soaked a cotton swab in it, and gently applied it to Eriri's knee.

"Does it hurt?"