" holy. Shit. "
My stomach felt weird. I read this in novels and manhwas, and also played a few otome games. " getting reincarnated in an otome game… " The average boring trope in a romance isekai where the female lead dies and gets reincarnated in either a fantasy novel, or in a dating sim, or something third. I was still trying to collect my thoughts and accept the current situation,not knowing what could happen later on. In my case, I was reincarnated in an otome game. To be precise, a dating simulator. 'I'm not even experienced in romance, and on top of that im really fucking awkward.'
"are you telling me I'm now a part of a fucking lame ass story? ", I couldn't really trust anything. I doubted what I saw, yet it was convincing. I couldn't possibly be schizophrenic either. Looking back, I thought I might give this a try. 'You never know. I might be hallucinating,or this is the afterdeath. Some kind of endgame perk? If so, our whole life is apparently a game. Or not. ' I hopelessly talked to myself when suddenly the system window answered me.
「 Yes. 」
It can speak?
「 yes. 」
I got startled and backed away from the system window. " … ! ", it can also hear my thoughts. I should keep that in mind.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over me, making my head spin for a moment before everything settled again. I brushed it off, thinking it was random. But then, something strange happened. Out of nowhere, I suddenly knew how to control the system windows. It was as if all the knowledge I needed about it had been transferred directly into my mind. It felt bizarre.
「 What would you like to be called? (_Insert name here_) you can't change this later on. 」
I thought about it for a moment but then just decided to use my name. It's simply easier that way.
[ Hello, Naomi. ]
[ You are currently located in a dorm at Starcrest high school. ]
[ You can read the rest of the information
I glanced to my left and noticed a worktable with a notebook resting on it. Taking a seat in the nearby chair, I flipped through the pages for several minutes before closing it and leaning back.
Here's what I know so far: I'm a junior with a 5.00 GPA, and my homeroom class is A35. Unfortunately, that's all the information that was written.
'Nothing about my surname, who I am exactly, what time it is, the concrete details I need… they're not included.'
As I looked around, my gaze fell on a nearby window. Curious, I stood up and peered out, realizing just how high up I was. Starcrest really is a massive school. And by the looks of it, i really was reincarnated into a fantasy romance otome game.
I thought about all the otome games I have played. 'I don't recall playing any of the school-based ones. So, which means I'm left with no information and all alone. Shit. I could have at least reincarnated in the ones I was familiar with, just like the other main leads of isekai romance stories do.'
' I have no other options, apparently. '
***
I settled on my desk, waiting patiently for the class to start. Currently, I have absolutely zero information about the love interests. The system said it will notify me if I meet one of the said love interests. And so far, I have been lonely for three classes. Is this a slow burn story? I thought as I had the system message in mind.
[ Perchance. ]
It appeared in front of me. My heart raced as I quickly glanced around, panicking at the thought that someone else might be able to see the messages. 'Could anyone else see what I was seeing?' I couldn't be sure.
[ No one can see
I felt relieved at least. " … "
' I'm still not used to this. '
I thought, expecting an answer from the system. No response. Oh well.
The bell rang, and the teacher began lecturing. As usual, it was hard to follow, but during my moments alone, I had asked the system countless questions.
'From what I know, I automatically receive perfect grades without lifting a finger, and I don't have to do any of the work. If the teacher ever calls on me to answer a question, I'll know the answer with perfect accuracy. Down to every single detail. The system handles everything for me.' It felt like I was living in some kind of heaven.
The hardest part of this so-called heaven was romance. As someone who had never known the warmth of another's touch. Not just from a man, but any human being. I was completely clueless about what to do. The concept felt foreign, like a puzzle with missing pieces.
My eyes wandered around the classroom, scanning for anyone who might stand out. In these types of scenarios, love interests were usually easy to spot. They always had something about them. Exceptional features. An aura that demanded attention. Yet, here, no one caught my eye. Everyone looked ordinary, blending seamlessly into the background.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the faint nudge against my shoulder. Jolted back to reality, I instinctively turned my head. It was just one of the side characters, an unremarkable boy with a plain appearance. Nothing stood out about him.
"Can I sit here?" he asked casually, his expression relaxed, with the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Yeah, sure..." I replied, mirroring his tone and demeanor.
He settled into the seat beside me, quietly organizing his things for class. I shifted my gaze away, letting my thoughts scatter again. Where were the main leads? Surely, they had to be somewhere.