Lmao, Straight to Tokyo!
Lol, to cut to the chase, this week flew by in the blink of an eye. The two remaining subjects on Wednesday? I crushed them at breakneck speed—only missing one measly problem, which was a shame. Once exams wrapped, Jisu had time to spare too, so we hung out way later than usual.
"Haru, what kinda drugs did you take this time? You're matching my scores!"
"Psh... this is nothin'."
With all tests done, we hit up a coin karaoke joint to unwind, and I flashed a grin in response. The next day followed the national rule—movies—and Friday's classes were a total breeze, so time zipped right to Friday evening. In my guy's memories, college kids still had lectures after exams. That's why high school's the best.
It was a clip from Haneul Group's flagship VTuber stream, floating around the VTuber gallery. I knew it was talking about me. And man, what a bountiful figure she had.
Staring at the clip made the contract feel real. Sure, I wished we could just crank out uploads for NewTube right away, but perfect covers with full animations? Who knows how long that'd take—unless it was live singing.
"Ugh... when's it dropping already."
I was rolling around on the bed, swimming in about ten bowls of kimchi soup delusions, when the door swung open. Dad poked his head in, right on his usual off-work time, clutching a few documents. I thought he had nothing left to handle... what's this?
"Haru, pack up by tonight."
"Huh? Suddenly?"
"We're flying to Tokyo tomorrow morning. The CEO's impressed—wants to commission an original track and meet up."
"... Huh?"
What kinda nonsense is this? No way—even if, I haven't done a live yet, still mid-cover production, and they're jumping to originals already?
This plot twist in a light novel would spark "Dropping. Author, pack your bags too." replies, then "Packing up. Readers, you're next." wholesome exchanges.
"Oh my god."
"For this moment... I sent your mom on a ho-vacation with her friend."
Everything after was smooth sailing. No wonder Mom vanished till Dad got home—she'd prepped for this. Saturday morning out, Sunday evening back: 1-night, 2-day trip. Just one day's clothes, undies, and spares.
*
Dawn, before the sun stirred. Half-asleep, I piled into Dad's ridiculously awesome itasha and headed to the airport. Passport? Check. No issues.
Waking up mid-commute? Exhausting. We skipped airport grub—fatigue plus inflight meals made it easy.
Stewardesses for sure—bodies like whoa... not as towering as the nurse teacher, but plenty stacked. Thought economy, but business class. Luxe enough to make my "waste of cash for 1-2 hours" self from seconds ago seethe.
As Lee Haru, occasional flights. Guy's memories? Solo orphan life—no planes. Felt novel.
"Ooh! Inflight meal."
Short flight, so modest: smoked salmon croissant sandwich, OJ combo. Brunch café vibes. Tasty-ish, but not destination-worthy—just okay. Past life's hype left me regretting.
Shut eyes for a nap... out like a light. Next thing, dragging my suitcase onto Japanese soil. Sleepy haze, but still flawless perfect high school girl mode.
"Ooh!"
Japan hit different—everything post-customs felt fresh. Language swap in 1-2 hours? Wild. Honestly... faces all blended together.
"Alright... taxi time."
"Yeeep."
Not full "uwah, Japanese taxis OP", but auto doors? Neat. Dad's Japanese was solid—chatted the driver, and we rolled.
Stepping out: Tokyo bustle. Weekend crowds swarming. Wonder how fancy a megacorp VTuber agency's pad is? Tailing map-checking Dad led to... a rundown building? Huge, though.
...Compared to Korea, Seoul-scale square footage? Kinda decent...? Nah. But promo neon sign screamed [VTuber Group Haneul], drawing eyes.
[VTuber Group Haneul]
Other quirks: sky-high opaque windows blocking views. Back door? Locked smart lock. Front? Two guards built like they'd make "Ha/Ru" outta me.
"Whoa."
"Phone call said VTuber redpill hunters swarm, so security's tight."
Doxxers camping a VTuber agency entrance just for dirt...? Guy's memories of Korea's VTuber drama screamed "Japan's probably worse."
Trailing Dad to the entrance, the hulks blocked us. Dad's tall, but these 190cm muscle suits bursting suits? Scary.
"If you have an appointment, could you kindly provide your name and documents?"
“If you have an appointment, could you kindly provide your name and documents?”
(Polite inquiry, surprisingly courteous)
Whoa, voice way politer than the looks. But I suck at Japanese—now what? Dad rustled papers, mumbled something—they opened up. Ferocious faces, sweet dudes.
Inside: maze of rooms. My Japanese? Anime-chewing pronunciation only—no reading signs. Tailed Dad.
"Welcome! Thank you so much for coming from Korea."
Korean staff—blessed. Bland face, but welcoming vibe.
Guided to conference room: 40-ish guy stood waiting. Japanese mumbo-jumbo. Uh oh? Escort lady translated.
"...So our CEO wants to commission an original song for our flagship VTuber."
Summary: Jaw-dropped by my freeware skills. They'd supply pro software, incentives.
This is too good!
MR and vocal programs? Pricey. Free? Jackpot. No poison pills—Haneul Group eating the loss. Nodded, signed redpill security docs. CEO exited, returned with one.
"Hajimemashite..."
"Nice to meet you..."
(Nice to meet you...)
Whoa, anime classic. Nice to meet you. But for redpill prep? Cute kiddo entered. Way too adorable for "internal damage" warnings.
Wah, bouncy-jiggly-plump-springy-fluffy-poof-poof-gasp vibes.
Middle-schooler looks? Prime loli VTuber bait... Hoshino Sha odds? But Haneul's ace was Yumeno Ai, right? Weird.
"This is our flagship VTuber, Yumeno Ai. Oh, and Ai— they're Korean, so Korean's fine."
... Her? Brain overdrive. Knew VTubers by model lookup, name recognition tops.
My memory's Yumeno Ai: stacked af. Not this shrimp. Redpill truth: "What you believe is the truth." No choice now.
Heavens!!!
Expectations shattered, I screamed silently.