Today was the day.
After fifteen years of life, two lives actually, Dirgantara Renji finally had something even scarier than a championship game.
A date.
With Ayaka Minazuki.
He didn't sleep a wink last night. Not because of his sore foot, but because of everything that kept running through his head.
What would they talk about? What should he wear? What if she thought he was boring? What if—God forbid—he tripped with his crutches and smashed into a vending machine like some awkward sitcom character?
But even worse than the embarrassment was the moral crisis.
Wait… isn't this illegal? I'm mentally thirty in the body of a teenager. She's a teenager. But if I dated someone my mental age, I'd technically be a creep in a teenage body. Which one's worse? Is this moral jail or real jail?!
"Arrghhh!" Dirga buried his head in his desk, letting out a groan.
"Dirga? Are you okay? Is your foot hurting again?" the teacher called from the front.
