Unable to pay off my debts, I had no choice but to become a Kamen Rider.

When Asano Yu woke up from her dream, it was already eight o'clock the next morning. She hadn't had such a full night's sleep in a long time, and she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

Firstly, because the bed in this hotel room was the best and most expensive one he could book; secondly, because someone else was paying for it, and he was enjoying himself.

I woke up, got up, and finally took out my phone to check the university club's Line group. There didn't seem to be any news about the school being bombed.

it's a pity.

Asano Yu still harbored a sliver of hope that "although I stopped Hayami Mitsuki and saved the world, the school was accidentally destroyed."

It feels like when you're in school, you pray every day that the school will explode, but the school explosions are too targeted, so in the end, it becomes that all the places near the school that you hate explode, while the places you like to go are safe and sound when you make a wish.

Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done.

But since I'm already up, I'll just scroll through my phone for a bit.

On the first page of news I usually browse, the first item is a classic example of Japanese politics: politicians who like to talk about trivial matters are fighting over insignificant things. Asano Yu chooses to pass on this.

The second item is about stock market fluctuations, the third is about public health, the fourth is about a gas explosion that caused a construction site in Tokyo to shut down, and the fifth is about the story of the fried chicken master who has insisted on using the same barrel of oil for fifty years.

Asano Yu glanced around, clicked on the fifth item, and read the content. It was the same article he had seen before; this one was probably just rehashing old material.

Finally, I clicked on the fourth item, admired my masterpiece, and then chose to get up.

He always felt uncomfortable using disposable toothbrushes when brushing his teeth and washing his face, but he still washed them thoroughly.

Then I went out and bought a bouquet of flowers on the way—but no, they were a bit expensive, so I just bought one.

Asano Yu stood in front of the flower shop, and after thinking it over, she decided to only buy one flower in order to protect her wallet.

I arrived at the hospital with this flower, walked along the familiar road, took the familiar elevator, arrived at the familiar floor, greeted the nurse on duty at the nurses' station, and then came to the familiar door.

Tap three times lightly, then wait until a loud, clear reply comes from inside the room:

"Please come in!"

Asano Yu then opened the room door.

Sunlight streamed through the open window, falling on the bedding and illuminating even the dust floating in the room. A gentle breeze stirred the thin curtains on either side, causing them to sway softly by the window.

On the hospital bed, Kirishima Chinatsu wore a sweet smile, her eyes filled with joy.

A girl wearing a tank top and high-waisted pants, revealing her long, fair legs, was lying on the edge of the bed. It was easy to see that she had just been chatting with her older sister, Hayami.

Meanwhile, Hayami Mitsuki was sitting on the hospital bed, leaning against the pillows, wearing a hospital gown. Her face was rosy and full of life, and her smile was not as forced as it had been a few days ago.

"You're here?"

She waved with a smile, and Kirishima Chinatsu smiled blankly as well.

Kirishima Chinatsu arrived at the hospital early this morning and saw you, Hayami Mitsuki, looking radiant and even able to get out of bed to pour water.

Before I left yesterday, Hayami Mitsuki's condition wasn't very optimistic; it wasn't a physical ailment, but rather a psychological one.

Although Kirishima Chinatsu is not human, she considers herself a master of shoujo manga, so she is very confident in her control over such small details. Therefore, she noticed yesterday that her older sister Hayami had a sense of being ready to die.

She seems to place all her hopes on others, and is determined to face failure if things don't work out.

Therefore, Kirishima Chinatsu was very worried after returning home.

However, leaving the hospital was Hayami Mitsuki's order, so she had no choice but to agree.

However, to her surprise, she was able to see the radiant Hayami Mitsuki when she arrived at the hospital today!

It must be that something good happened while I was away.

Although she pressed Hayami Mitsuki for details, she said that a knight in blue, red, and black had saved her in a dream, so Kirishima Chinatsu naturally looked at Asano Yu.

But when she thought about how Kamen Rider Decade was actually magenta, she was forced to give up on the idea that Hayami Mitsuki's dream hero might actually be Asano Yu's idea.

"Looks like you had a good dream?"

Asano Yu walked over and put the flower she had brought into the vase that was already full of flowers. The flower looked a little out of place among the bright and colorful flowers.

However, Kirishima Chinatsu and Hayami Mitsuki's gaze remained fixed on that flower, unable to look away for a long time.

"Yes, I had a very beautiful dream."

Hayami Mitsuki replied with a smile, pointing to the chair by the bed and gesturing for Asano Yu to sit down.

Kirishima Chinatsu lay on the other side of the bed, the two of them practically acting as protectors on either side.

What did you dream about?

After Asano Yu sat down, he casually began to speak, as if chatting with an old friend.

I dreamt of you—the hero I told you about.

Upon hearing the first half of her sentence, Asano Yu was startled and broke out in a cold sweat. However, after hearing the second half, she realized that this girl was simply making fun of herself.

"Did you get some manga from Kirishima-san? I told you I'd find some for you! Reading too many shoujo manga will turn you into a love-obsessed person!"

Asano Yu didn't show any hesitation and immediately picked up the conversation.

But instead of Hayami Mitsuki's reply, they were met with Kirishima Chinatsu's complaints:

"Hey! What do you mean, Asano-kun! Shoujo manga is a treasure of this world!"

Kirishima Chinatsu immediately retorted, while glancing at Hayami Mitsuki:

"If you have any favorite manga, Hayami-neechan, please be sure to discuss them with me!"

In fact, the reason why Kirishima Chinatsu first came into contact with shoujo manga was because of Hayami Mitsuki. She brought some information about this world from somewhere, with the aim of helping Kirishima Chinatsu understand everything about this world in the simplest way.

However, the written materials were too obscure, so after much thought, they were turned into comics.

That was Kirishima Chinatsu's first encounter with a form of entertainment called manga. She then began to explore it on her own, and was inexplicably drawn to the romance plot in a battle manga. In the end, she fell head over heels into the world of shoujo manga.

"Hmm, but I'm still interested in that 'Elbow Technique Kaisen' that Asano-kun mentioned—have you heard of that manga, Asaka?"

"Hmm? Never heard of it. I don't know much about shonen manga."

As she spoke, the girl stuck out her tongue at Asano Yu, seemingly expressing her dissatisfaction with his outrageous remarks.

"But since you've recovered so well, how about we go out and have some fun? It'll be a good way to relax!"

Kirishima Chinatsu suggested, seemingly trying to change the subject.

"That's true..."

Hayami Mitsuki stroked her chin, lost in thought for a moment.

She really wanted to leave Tokyo and go on vacation somewhere else, since she had been feeling really tired lately.

However, this will inevitably depend on Asano Yu's thoughts, because he will definitely use part-time work as an excuse—

"But as you know, I also have to—"

"I'll pay for it."

"No problem, when do we leave?"