The Story of a Boy Who Was Reincarnated in a Harem Romcom Manga

[Mei Shimizu's POV]
"Hey, Shimizu-san, haven't you been kinda close to that Ishikawa person over there recently?" (Fujiwara)
"Hmm...?" (Shimizu)

My eyes drifted towards the boy. He was slouched over his desk, clutching his head, groaning as if the world had ended. He was decently tall, maybe around 180cm, with a short black wavy wolf cut that extended to the bottom of his nape. He wasn't by any means a very handsome person, but he did have a pretty good face, and his sharp eyes felt like they would penetrate the soul of anyone that stared into his obsidian abyss-like eyes. 

I grinned. 

"Yes, what about it?"
"He looks kinda scary, doesn't he?"
"I guess so...?"
"Also I heard that he used to be a bit of a playboy! Maybe you shouldn't associate with him..."
"I don't care. I'll be the one to judge his character, not what the rumors say about him."
"...Okay then. Well, it works better for me since you're hanging out more with him than Touma..."
"Are you implying that you're scared of losing Touma to me? How cute."
"N- No- I- I mean-"

Chuckling, I slowly made my way towards Ishikawa-kun, leaving her ears flushed red as her face turned pouty.

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[Isamu Ishikawa's POV]

It's been 1 week since she started annoying me after I was released from the hospital. Frankly, I was slowly losing my sanity. After this past week of trying to ignore and avoid her, I've realised something devastating. I was getting used to her being close with me. Slowly, the feeling of awkwardness and alertness faded, and what I was left with was existential crisis. Real shit though, does it make sense for a human being to get used to something in just 1 week? Is it really that easy? I had refused in all my heart that it was wrong, yet things turned out like this.

Sigh.........

"Oya~ Young Ishikawa-kun, what seems to be the problem?"
"I wonder what the problem is, huh? It almost seems like the problem is annoying me constantly..."
"Truly a mystery..."
"..."

Okay.

I've had enough.

Whatever happens, happens.

Don't blame me for this, foolish Shimizu-san.

"Hmm... Maybe I can help you?"
"...What do you mean?"
"How about we hold hands? Maybe the problem won't bother you as much then...?"
"Okay. Sure."
"..."

Silence befell between us. Her face was tinged with a bright red as her jaw slightly dropped. I extended my right hand towards her, who was locked in place, as if she had turned into a stone statue.

"What's the problem, my dear Shimizu-san? Have you changed your mind?"
"...I might have been joking a little bit."
"Is that so? Your face seems a little red by the way."
"..."
"Thank god you were just kidding... I wouldn't know how to react if I found out that the Ice Princess was secretly a pervert that held other people's hands for her own pleasure..."
"Wha- Ha-!?"
"Seriously, I was scared shitless for a moment."

Her face was now fully flushed a bright vermillion, extending all the way to her ears and neck. She lightly bit her lips and glared at me.

"Haha, I actually feel better now! Thanks for helping me, Shimizu-san."
"..."

Speechless, she slowly turned and awkwardly sat down in the desk next to me, facing the front of the classroom. She seemed to be avoiding eye contact with me. The corners of my lips slightly turned upwards. 

Not going to lie, she was kinda cute just then.

Wait, no! That's not what I meant when I said that- 

I clutched my head again and slammed it on the desk.

Thud!

"Psst... What is that crazy psycho doing?"
"How would I know that, you idiot?"

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She came to annoy me again, during lunch. She seemed to have recovered and was now talking normally again. 

She poked me on the shoulder with her index finger asking, "Hey~ Do you not have lunch today?" 

"No, I forgot to bring it. I left it at home."

"Is that so? Would you like to take half of mine then?"

"Sure."

"..."

Once again, she froze still, and red painted her face. Her body hesitated for a bit, before she opened a large black bento box, which revealed an extravagant meal. It was filled to the brim with high-class ingredients, such as wagyu beef, lobster, oysters, and caviar.

"Hmm? Shimizu-san, do you know how to cook?"

Meekly, she slowly opened her mouth.

"...Yes."

"Damn.... I never knew the Ice Princess would lie to me!"

"Wha- No, I didn't!"

"Don't be telling lies now, young lady! Cleaaaarly, it seems more that your lunch box was packed not by you, but rather a chef!"

"I- I'm-"

"Now you're resorting to making excuses??? I never thought you were that low, Shimizu-san."

"NO! Tha-"

"You definitely suck at cooking too, don't you?"

"NO!"

"I mean, I wouldn't be surprised, especially when you live in a well-established household, so obviously someone's gonna be cooking for you... So rest assured, Shimizu-san! The fact that you cannot make any sort of identifiable edible food will forever stay with me, zipped and sealed away from the rest of the world. You can count on me!"

"..."

Whoops. Maybe I took it a little too far just then. 

Uh oh, I can see some tears forming.