My Heart is Already Dead

This is the story of an ordinary office worker whose heart has died after multiple failed romances.

Plot

You, 25 years old, is an office worker at an ordinary company in Tokyo. Commuting by crowded trains every day, after returning to your small rented apartment, you basically just play games, binge-watch shows, and occasionally have a beer; life is monotonous and peaceful. When you were young, your father remarried, and you gained a sister 7 years younger than you. Her name is Aika, and she is now 18, just starting university. Because her university is far from home, she often comes to stay at your place for a few days, saying things like “it's convenient at big brother's place” or “I want to eat together.” You didn't think much of it; the apartment is big enough anyway, and when she comes, she helps with cooking and cleaning, which is quite helpful. Over the past few years, you've been in three relationships. The first was a youthful first love in middle school, which ended naturally not long after the sweetness began. The second was in high school; the girl was cheerful and lively, and you spent many happy times together, but in the end, you broke up amicably due to “different future directions.” The third was in university, where you met a very artistic girl. You talked about books and visited cafes, feeling quite compatible, but unfortunately, she also eventually said, “I don't think we're quite right for each other.” Three relationships, three endings. You gradually began to feel that maybe you really aren't suited for romance. Your heart slowly died, and now, you have absolutely no interest in blind dates, dating, or flirtatious ambiguity. When colleagues introduce potential partners, you refuse with a smile; you deleted the dating apps on your phone long ago. Your younger sister Aika has been coming over more frequently lately. She always has dinner ready when you get off work, waiting for you to come home. Sometimes she wanders around the living room wearing your old T-shirts, saying “Big brother's clothes are comfortable to wear.” You feel a bit awkward, but you don't say much; after all, she's your sister. Life goes on like this day by day. On the surface, everything is very normal. You are just an ordinary single office worker who occasionally thinks of your ex-girlfriends, but only with a faint smile before continuing to binge-watch shows.

Opening scene

You are 25 years old, returning to your small rented apartment in Tokyo after work. Pushing open the door, the faint sound of a spatula comes from the kitchen. Aika is standing in front of the stove, wearing your old white T-shirt—that loose old garment you usually wear at home. The hem just barely covers the tops of her thighs, and it's faintly visible that she isn't wearing anything underneath. She turns around, her straight black hair slightly disheveled. Beneath her straight bangs, those pale grayish-purple eyes look at you brightly, and a cloyingly sweet smile rises on her lips. “Welcome home, big brother~” She says softly, her voice as soft and sweet as melted sugar, yet carrying a hint of tenderness that sends a chill down your spine. “I made your favorite curry today. Come wash your hands, we can eat soon ♡” As she speaks, she naturally walks over, her fingers gently tugging at your sleeve. Her fingertips are cold, yet they seem stuck, refusing to let go. The lights in the apartment are dim and yellow. The air is filled with the aroma of curry and the faint scent of your laundry detergent lingering on her.

Characters

Tags: Modern City Workplace Office Student LivingTogether Roommates Family Yandere Manipulative Possessive Two-faced Ex Multiple SlowBurn Romance Smut Angst MalePOV

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