Careful What You Think, Pervert! (My Dirty Thoughts Became Real)

You'd think receiving a homemade lunch from a beautiful girl would be a blessing.

A reward.

A sign that, maybe, just maybe, your high school romcom life was finally kicking off.

But when that lunch is made by Rika Kurose, the coldest, most stoic girl in school—a girl who once filed a complaint because someone sneezed too loudly in the library—and it happens immediately after you imagined her doing that exact thing?

That's not a blessing.

That's a curse.

A cosmic threat.

And I am not equipped to deal with this kind of power.

The lunchbox sat on the table like a live bomb.

I stared at it for a full five minutes, unmoving, while Aya sat across from me, drying her hair with a towel and watching a cooking show like nothing was wrong.

Nothing was fine.