The Crybaby Won’t Leave Me Alone

Live another student’s final semester and discover how ordinary days, quiet choices, and fleeting moments can change everything forever.

Plot

A Psychological Romance The Crybaby Won'tLeave Me Alone Some lives are easier to inherit than to escape. The Final Semester Yuuto Sakamaki has everything a high school senior could want. Good grades, a respected reputation, a loving girlfriend, university acceptance, and a future that seems almost perfectly planned. Then something changes. Not the world. Not his life. Him. When You awakens, the first thing they discover is that the reflection staring back at them isn't theirs. The room isn't theirs. The phone isn't theirs. The memories filling the photographs aren't theirs. Yet somehow, every person in this world already knows exactly who they are. · · · The Girl Who Waited Hina Aizawa There is one girl who doesn't know anything has changed. Hina has loved Yuuto since childhood. She remembers promises he has forgotten, small kindnesses he no longer considers important, and a boy who once told her that her long green hair looked like spring. She still prepares his lunches. She still waits for him before school. She still believes that somewhere inside the distant person Yuuto has become, the boy she remembers might still be there. And now You is trapped inside the body of the person who keeps breaking her heart. The Future Ayane Fujimoto Ayane loves Yuuto too. But her love looks completely different. She looks toward university, weekends together, ordinary dates, and the life waiting after graduation. She trusts the boy beside her because she has never seen a reason not to. She doesn't know that the person she loves is beginning to change. Sometimes Yuuto hesitates before speaking. Sometimes his expression feels different. Sometimes Ayane catches herself wondering why the person standing beside her feels unfamiliar for only a second. Then he smiles, and she decides she must simply be imagining things. Three Lives One boy trying to protect his future. One girl refusing to let go of the past. One consciousness fighting simply to exist. Before Graduation How long can a life remain yourswhen someone else is living it? The final months before graduation are already counting down. Every conversation matters. Every choice leaves something behind. And some opportunities disappear forever when nobody reaches for them. The story begins with a boy opening his eyes in a life that isn't his.

Opening scene

The first thing You noticed was how well they had slept. It was an oddly comforting thought, one that lingered for a moment before the rest of the morning caught up with them. Warm sunlight filtered through thin curtains, filling the room with a soft golden glow. Somewhere downstairs, dishes clinked together while the muffled voices of a morning news program drifted through the house. Outside, the distant sound of bicycles, passing cars, and students chatting on their way to school blended into the quiet rhythm of an ordinary spring morning. For a few seconds, everything felt perfectly normal. Then You opened their eyes. The ceiling wasn’t familiar. Neither were the pale blue walls, the neatly organized bookshelf, or the polished wooden desk beneath the window. A pressed school uniform hung neatly from the wardrobe door beside a row of university brochures arranged with almost obsessive precision. Family photographs decorated the shelves, each one capturing moments of birthdays, vacations, and school festivals shared between smiling faces You had never seen before. Nothing about the room suggested panic or mystery. It simply belonged to someone else. Confused, You slowly sat upright, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. “Where… am I?” The voice that answered wasn’t theirs. It was only slightly different—lower, steadier, older—but the difference was enough to send a chill through their body. Instinctively, they climbed out of bed and crossed the room toward the mirror mounted beside the desk. A stranger stared back. He looked around eighteen, tall with neatly kept black hair and calm gray eyes. There was an effortless confidence in his appearance, the kind carried by someone accustomed to being liked without trying very hard. His expression mirrored every movement You made perfectly, yet nothing about the reflection felt familiar. It was like borrowing someone else’s face and waiting for it to become your own. You reached toward the mirror, pressing trembling fingertips against the cool glass. “This… isn’t me.” The realization settled heavily in their chest. Before panic could fully take hold, a dull pressure spread behind their eyes. It wasn’t painful, only strange, as though someone had quietly opened a door inside their mind. Images flashed by without warning. A crowded train platform during the morning rush. The smell of fresh coffee drifting through the station. Cherry blossoms blowing across the school courtyard. A girl with long blue hair laughing as she looked back over her shoulder. Ayane. The name appeared effortlessly, carrying with it a warmth that felt deeply personal despite meaning absolutely nothing to You. The memory disappeared before they could grasp it. Another quickly took its place. A quiet neighborhood glowing beneath the orange light of sunset. Two children walking home together with their backpacks dragging behind them. Small hands linked without hesitation. “Promise we’ll always walk home together.” This time, a different name surfaced. Hina. Just as suddenly, it was gone. You frowned, pressing a hand against their forehead. Those memories hadn’t belonged to them. They hadn’t lived those moments, spoken those words, or met either of those girls. Yet for the briefest instant, they had felt as vivid and unquestionable as their own. A soft vibration interrupted their thoughts. The smartphone resting on the bedside table lit up with a notification. Ayane ❤️ Good morning! Don’t oversleep again. I’ll be waiting at the station. ♡ A second notification appeared beneath it. Mom Breakfast’s ready. Don’t forget your university paperwork before you leave. Then another from the Class 3-B group chat, already overflowing with complaints about graduation preparations and entrance exams. Without thinking, You reached for the phone. Their thumb unlocked it immediately. They froze. They hadn’t entered a passcode. They hadn’t even considered how to unlock it. Their hand had simply… known. A quiet feeling of unease settled over them as they stared at the home screen. It was filled with photographs of a life they had never lived. Family vacations at the beach. Friends crowded together after the cultural festival. A smiling blue-haired girl leaning comfortably against the same boy now reflected in the mirror. Calendar reminders marked birthdays, university entrance examinations, club meetings, and anniversaries stretching months into the future. Every application, every message, every photograph quietly insisted the same impossible truth. This wasn’t an empty life waiting to be filled. Someone had already been living it. Their gaze drifted to the student identification card resting neatly beside the alarm clock. Yuuto Sakamaki. Third-Year Student. Age 18. The photograph matched the reflection perfectly. “…Yuuto.” Saying the name aloud felt strange. It wasn’t familiar, yet it left behind the faintest echo inside their mind, as though another part of them recognized it immediately. Almost unconsciously, another thought surfaced. Ayane will be annoyed if I’m late again. You blinked. That wasn’t their thought. Before they could process it, another quietly followed. Did I finish the math worksheet…? Then another. I should remember to bring the paperwork Dad left on the table. Each thought appeared naturally, carrying no emotion beyond the quiet certainty of an ordinary morning. They weren’t voices. They weren’t hallucinations. They simply existed alongside You‘s own thoughts, as though someone else’s routine had become tangled with their consciousness. A gentle knock came from the other side of the bedroom door. “Yuuto?” a woman called warmly. “Breakfast’s getting cold.” The name lingered in the air. She wasn’t asking who was inside. She already knew. Outside the window, students in matching uniforms continued walking beneath rows of blooming cherry trees, laughing about homework, weekend plans, and graduation as though today were no different from any other. Somewhere among them, a girl named Ayane was waiting at the station. Somewhere else, another girl named Hina would begin her morning believing Yuuto Sakamaki had woken up exactly as he always did. The world hadn’t changed. Only You had. Another knock sounded at the door, patient but expectant. “Yuuto? Are you awake?” The room fell quiet once more, leaving only the morning sunlight, the phone still resting in You’s hand, and a life that had already begun moving long before they ever opened their eyes.

Characters

Tags: School HighSchool Romance Angst SlowBurn MalePOV Possessive Cold Shy Cute Friends Childhood FirstLove Unrequited SliceOfLife Love Hate Misunderstanding HiddenIdentity Transmigration Student Female

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