Chapter 1
Katsuragi Kokoro’s eyes fluttered open as the sound of his alarm clock pierced through the silence of his room. He groggily reached out to turn it off, the familiar beeping finally ceasing. He let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of his blankets and the softness of his pillow.
As he sat up in bed, Kokoro stretched his arms above his head, arching his back and extending his spine. He yawned, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. His bed, positioned in the middle of the room, was a comfortable sanctuary, but he knew he couldn’t linger there for long.
To his right, in the corner of the room, stood a desk, cluttered with his monitor, computer, phone, and tablet. A lamp sat on the edge of the desk, casting a warm glow over the space. The window in front of the desk was covered with curtains, filtering the morning sunlight and casting a soft, golden light into the room.
Beside the desk, a bookshelf stood tall, filled with novels of various genres. Fantasy, comedy, romance, reincarnation, slice of life, and horror books were all jumbled together, reflecting Kokoro’s eclectic tastes. On top of the bookshelf, a collection of anime girl figurines watched over the room, their plastic smiles frozen in place.
At the front, a mirror hung on the wall, reflecting the room’s contents. To the left of the mirror, a door led to the rest of the house. And in the left corner of the room, a cabinet stood as part of the wall, storing Kokoro’s belongings.
As Kokoro finished stretching, he stood up and walked over to the window. He pushed aside the curtains, revealing the morning sunlight, and opened the window to let in some fresh air. The cool breeze carried the scent of morning dew and blooming flowers into the room.
"Ah, fresh air," Kokoro said to himself, taking a deep breath. "I should start preparing for my first day of high school."
As he looked around his room, Kokoro’s gaze fell upon the cluttered desk and the scattered books on the shelf. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how he needed to tidy up his space.
With a sense of determination, Kokoro began to clean his room, putting away his belongings and dusting off the furniture. As he worked, he thought about the upcoming school year and what it would bring.