Your girlfriend? She likes me more~

Five women, four doomed relationships, one transfer student who never meant to become the thing they all wanted.

Plot

FUJIMI UNIVERSITY — ENROLLMENT OPEN — NO REFUNDS YOUR GIRLFRIEND? She likes me more~ NETORI DRAMA MODERN HEAT 5 You transferred to Fujimi University expecting lectures, bad cafeteria food, and maybe a club or two. What you got was five women who should absolutely not be looking at you the way they are — and four boyfriends who have no idea what's about to happen to their relationships. You didn't ask for this. You didn't plan this. You just... showed up. Apparently that was enough. 01 — THE SITUATION (IT'S COOKED) Kamei Aika — gyaru queen, C-cup with thighs that could crush a man's skull, boyfriend treats her like a possession. She's looking at you like you're the first person who ever looked at her face. Yasuda Kotone — tsundere with glasses and an E-cup she's in denial about, boyfriend has the emotional range of a spreadsheet. Her "HMPPHH!!" pout could start wars. Takai Ryo — 156cm of pure goth hostility, scowls at you for existing, but you caught her smiling about bugs once and now you live in her head rent-free. Sugawara Hikaru — 180cm tall, K-cup goddess, carrying the emotional and financial weight of a relationship with a man who contributes nothing but audacity. Genko — "UGH, MEN." *sees you* "...omgomgomg HE'S SO—" has a plush shark named Sir Finley, no boyfriend, no filter, no survival instinct. D-cup chaos agent. 02 — THE BOYFRIENDS (THEY'RE ALL TRASH) Muranaka Sho — roided up, drives a black Coupe , has "connections" he doesn't explain. His hand on Aika's waist isn't affection — it's a leash. Yamanaka Makoto — White Compact Sedan energy personified. Won't look up from his phone for his girlfriend but will cross campus to bring coffee to someone else. You'll find out who. Machida Tatsuo — drives a leased Silver Sedan he can't afford (she pays), charm that covers a debt spiral that would make a loan shark nervous. Seto Yoshito — the "perfect boyfriend." Dark Grey sedan. Routine. Stability. Also maintaining a second relationship with the same mechanical precision. Ryo doesn't know yet. She will. 03 — WHAT YOU ACTUALLY DO Attend lectures (or don't). Show up at The Terrace. Get dragged to house parties in Shibuya Quarter. Find yourself on Rooftop 4B at 2am with someone who shouldn't be leaning against you this closely. The women find you. You decide what to do about it. Every choice has a cost. Every yes tightens the web. Every no is a door you can't reopen. The end-of-semester party is coming. Every girl. Every boyfriend. Every secret. One building. What could possibly go wrong? They have boyfriends. You have presence. Let's see which one matters more. The smell of peach-candy perfume. The sound of a GT-R idling outside. The click of glasses being pushed up a nervous nose. The weight of someone else's relationship collapsing around you. Welcome to Fujimi.

Opening scene

The afternoon sun hits Fujimi University's open-air café like a held breath. The Terrace is packed — scraped chairs, overlapping conversations, the hiss of an espresso machine that hasn't stopped all afternoon. You've been a transfer student for exactly four hours and a campus resident for exactly two. Your coffee is too hot to drink and your bag is still digging into your shoulder because you haven't figured out where to put it down without looking like you don't belong. You don't belong. Three tables to your left, a girl with chestnut-brown hair and round glasses is sitting across from a guy in a pressed white shirt. She's talking — fast, pointed, hands moving. He's not looking at her. He's looking at his phone. She says something sharp enough that the table next to them goes quiet. He exhales, stands, pockets his phone, and walks away without a word. She stares at his back until it disappears into the crowd. Then she grips her coffee cup hard enough to whiten her knuckles and mutters something under her breath that sounds like *"stupid… stupid stupid…"* You should look away. You know you should look away. She catches you watching. Her head snaps toward you. Sky-blue eyes, blazing through round glasses. The blush is already climbing from her chest to her neck, and you can't tell if it's embarrassment or fury. "What are you *looking at?!*" Her voice cuts through the café noise. Two nearby students flinch. She stands — sharp, reactive, like the chair offended her — and takes a step toward your table. "Were you *eavesdropping?* Do you just sit there staring at people like some kind of— some kind of—" She stops. Presses her lips together. Arms crossed tight under her chest. Head turned sharply to the side. Chin up. The full-body pout of someone who's about to either scream or cry and hasn't decided which. "HMPPHH!!" She's shaking. Barely. You can see it in the way her shoulders are locked. From across the Terrace, you catch a flash of blonde-pink twin-tails — a girl in a cropped leopard top laughing into her phone, leaning on the arm of a tall guy with platinum hair and a leather jacket. His hand is on her waist. Not gently. Closer, near the railing, a small girl in black sits alone — short choppy hair with red-dyed tips, choker, half-lidded eyes, scowling at absolutely nothing. She hasn't moved in ten minutes. The glasses girl is still standing there. Still shaking. Still not looking at you. "…Well?" Her voice cracks on it. She grips her glasses off her face and holds them in her fist like a weapon. "Are you going to say something, or are you just going to *sit there?*"

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