When I Go Back in Time, My Ex-wife Is Making a Passionate Approach to Me, and I’m Having Trouble With It
The camp is over and I am back home. I was able to write reasonably well over the past three days. I think I was able to write according to Haruka’s advice.
The next day, when I arrived at school, I sat down next to Haruka and opened a paperback book.
“What are you reading?”
Haruka asked me.
“I’ve been curious about this novel.”
I’ve read most of the novels of this era, but since I’ve never read one before, I decided to try my hand at one I’d never read before.
“You haven’t read much lately, have you?”
“That’s right. I’ve been so focused on writing that I haven’t read much.”
Technically speaking, I was in a time-lapse and couldn’t read as much as I would have liked, but it was true that I had become more interested in writing.
“Input is important, too.”
“Yeah. Yes, read.”
I have heard that input is also important for writing a novel. It is important to acquire information by reading novels and watching anime. However, I have no desire to watch them again because I have seen most of the novels and animations of this era that I want to see. It is a pity that I feel like I have less enjoyment because of it. I am disappointed that I won’t be able to see the sequel of my favorite anime for a while.
But more than that, I think that being able to start my life over is something that doesn’t come to everyone. It’s fortunate that I time leaped. In fact, I had failed at life.
“We had a good time at the camp, didn’t we?”
“Yeah. I feel like I can concentrate better when I’m in a different environment.”
“That’s true, but the mixed bathing was fun, too.”
Haruka’s words made me chuckle. Mixed bathing was certainly a valuable experience. But I never wanted to experience that heart-wrenching tension again.
“That being said, the school festival is still a ways off, right? I wonder if the literature club will be doing anything?”
“Well. I think the club is going to make a magazine. I think Tachibana mentioned something like that.”
“That means I have to write a piece for it.”
As a novice novelist, writing short stories is an empowering experience. Writing short stories is a good way to achieve the goal of completing a work of art.
“Shinohara-kun, have you ever written a short story?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Then, let me give you some advice. In a short story, be careful not to include too many characters.”
Beginners, it seems, have a tendency to introduce one character after another in their novels. Short stories are literally short stories, so if you add too many characters, you won’t be able to delve deeper into the story. Haruka’s advice is sound.
“I have to study the structure first.”
“Yeah. I think if you write short stories, you will learn how to tell a story.”
Writing short stories is also very important in terms of learning structure.
“Would you like to go around the festival with me?”
Haruka asks. This was clearly Haruka’s approach, but I had no reason to refuse.
“I don’t mind.”
“Yay. I’m looking forward to it.”
Seeing Haruka’s reaction, the boys around her look as if they are biting their tongues. Haruka is as popular as ever. Well, I was in love with her in high school, so I understand how they feel.
I want to keep Haruka as a friend. Things didn’t go well after we got married, but I don’t dislike Haruka.
It’s kind of refreshing to redo high school with Haruka like this, sitting next to each other. This time, I have to be careful not to make a mistake in our relationship.
After school, I head to the club room with Haruka.
“When we meet up after school like this and do things together, it’s like we’re a couple.”
“We just go to the same club activities, that’s all. It’s normal.”
“You’re so boring.”
Haruka pouted her lips, but it was probably just an act. She wasn’t the kind of person to get sulky over something like this. She drew closer and wrapped her arm around mine.
“Hey.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure you’re not aware of me at all, are you? Then you’re fine with this, right?”
I was not okay with that. My body is in the throes of puberty, and it’s hungry for s*x. If I was made aware of female body like this, I would react. I walk, bending forward so that Haruka doesn’t notice me. Unable to shake her off, I walk to the clubroom with my arms around Haruka.
“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?”
Tachibana said with a smirk when she saw us.
“We’re just friends with skinship.”
Even though we are friends, we are still a man and a woman. It’s not good for us to be attached to each other since our bodies are different.
“Senpai. I’d like to talk about the festival.”
“Are we going to make a magazine after all?”
“Yes. We are going to make a club magazine this year as well.”
I had no involvement with the Literature Club in the past, so I don’t know how the club magazine was distributed. In a world where we weren’t in the club, I wonder if Tachibana would have created the magazine on her own.
“It’s about writing and compiling several short stories. I think it would be perfect for Shinohara-senpai to practice with.”
“I’d certainly appreciate it. It’s good practice.”
“Would you like to write about two stories each?”
“Yes, no problem.”
Haruka nodded and the policy was decided. I think Tachibana is doing a good job of organizing us as the club director.
The festival is still a long way off, but it will take time to make the club magazine, so it’s probably a good idea to start now.
I don’t know how much the magazine will sell, but I feel an indescribable sense of elation.
Someone would read my novel. As a novelist, nothing would make me happier. I shivered with excitement when I saw that the opportunity had come my way.