5 Meeting Saki's Parents
Saki's face flushed beet red, emitting visible heat.
Akira found this highly amusing, a grin spreading across his face.
The door was swung open.
The abrupt silence filled the room.
Both parents stood in stunned silence. [A/N: I don't know their names, and I don't really care for trash.]
Akira's gaze swiftly swept over both of them.
He paid particular attention to the man.
A middle-aged man, wearing glasses, with below average build and appearance.
'He is close to an ugly bastard if he was overweight.'
'How he scored a women like Saki's mom is beyond me'
'I mean you have a wife like this and you still lust over your under-aged daughter, What the hell!!'
He inwardly complained.
But externally, Akira greeted with a smile "Good evening, Uncle and Auntie, I am Akira Kurogane, I am Saki's classmate.
She was helping me with some problems today and it delayed her, so I escorted her home."
Akira presented himself in an articulate and sunny manner.
Immediately, her parents took a liking to him, well at least the mom did, the ugly bastard seems to be putting on a fake smile, trying not to show his gloomy face.
'Look at this piece of shit, he lips keep twitching, Don't worry I'll be sure to take special care of you'
[A/N: Feel free to share your ideas, to torture this waste of fresh air]
Seeing this, Saki slightly exhaled.
Thankfully her parents didn't think too much about it.
It was getting late.
Akira didn't stay long.
As Saki saw Akira out, her face was red, she whispered "Be careful on your way home."
The little girl's face was red as an apple, radiating an attractive glow.
Ah, he really wished he could hold her in his arms right now.
"I will, See you later."
He wanted to tease her a bit more but decided against it.
Instead of going straight home, he went for a walk in a nearby park.
'Hey Evan, this isn't a normal fictional world is it'
Thinking back to the plot he received a while back, it was really messed up.
But seeing that familiar silhouette in the photo, that hairstyle and glasses, reminded him of something sad and depressing.
If he isn't mistaken, it should be from that Hentai manga in his previous life, he saw many memes about it and I guess there is a reason for the saying 'Curiosity killed the cat'.
[Yes brother Akira, This world is based on a hentai manga called Metamorphosis]
'I guess that explains the messed up shit and the many scumbags around' Akira sighs
'When I drew the quick-transmigration script about scumbags I thought it would be like those Chinese novels or something, not this shit' Akira complained in frustration.
'WAIT!!! does this mean I will have to deal with tentacle monsters and those time-stop and hypnosis bastards or some other Shit!!' Akira was starting to get anxious.
If he really met someone like that wouldn't he get hypnotized or something, how will he deal with those kinds of bullshit powers.
[You don't have to worry for the time being, There are no supernatural phenomena in the current world. You also haven't used your Golden finger ticket yet]
'Oh yeah, the Space-Time Bureau did provide their taskers with a one use ticket to gain some cheat when they first start, since it could be a life saver especially for newbies'
"Thank god, at least I shouldn't be helpless with this" Akira felt a little relived
[A/N: Since I'm a huge JoJo fan, I'm thinking of granting him a stand power for his golden finger, If you have any other suggestions, feel free to comment and I will check it out]
"Ah whatever!, I'll deal with it as I go, I shouldn't concern myself with what would or wouldn't happen."
Akira took out his smartphone and started to fiddle with it.
"The rat is still in the hospital it would seem, he won't be able to do shit since there is no evidence and he will only expose himself."
'I'll just keep an eye out, he should lead me to that bar full of jackasses and anyone associated to them, and then... hehehe' he started to chuckle ominously.
He then passed by a supermarket and bought ingredients for dinner and some more.
After arriving home, he set everything in the refrigerator before going to the bathroom and having a warm shower.
As he was drying himself, his smartphone emitted a soft, distinctive chime as it received a new message.
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As Saki sat in her room, she found herself replaying the day's events. Gratitude and curiosity mingled in her thoughts, compelling her to reach out to Akira.
{Hey Akira! I hope you made it home okay.}
She hesitated for a moment before adding the next part.
{Thank you again for today. It meant a lot to me.}
As Saki waited for Akira's response, a mix of nervousness and anticipation filled her. After a short while, her phone buzzed with a message.
{Hi Saki! Yeah, I'm home safe and sound. No need to worry! I'm just glad I could help you out.}
A small smile played on Saki's lips as she read Akira's message.
**
Back to Akira.
After finishing their little chat, Akira got dressed.
Heading to the kitchen, he gracefully maneuvers between the countertops and stove, showcasing finesse and speed in his dinner preparation.
With swift, precise movements, he chops vegetables effortlessly, the knife dancing across the cutting board.
The sizzle of ingredients hitting the hot pan harmonizes with the rhythmic clatter of utensils as he seamlessly multitasks.
His focused expression reflects a combination of skill and concentration, turning the mundane task of preparing dinner into a culinary performance.
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After a fulfilling dinner, he took a large shopping bag and entered his bedroom.
He took his seat in front of sturdy desk by the window.
As he organized the essentials—a collection of pencils, erasers, and sketchbooks—the room hummed with the anticipation of artistic endeavors.
"Let's see if I still got it in me" he murmured.
With a swift motion, Akira's hands glided across the paper, effortlessly sketching characters that seemed to come to life under his nimble fingers. His hands possessed an innate rhythm, a well-practiced dance that brought his imaginative creations into existence. His reflexes were finely tuned, allowing him to finish an entire panel in mere seconds, a testament to the countless hours spent perfecting his craft.
'Noiceee!!'
Hours passed like fleeting moments, and when Akira finally set his pencil down, 4 completed pages lay before him.
"Damn!, it's already so late, I got way too immersed" Said Akira after checking the time.
He set everything aside and got on the bed before drifting to sleep.
