Enough with the Haru-Bashing: Gallery Inferno and Breakfast Bliss
Finally wrapping things up with Yuri unnie... Before heading back to the dorm, I picked up some snacks and ramen to take home. I wanted to load up as much as possible, but the suitcase size limited how much I could grab.
And yeah, I would've loved to hang out more with Yuri unnie, but tomorrow's the flight home, and Monday means school. No helping it. She'd already put off her own work just to hang with me, so holding her longer would've been a nuisance.
For an hour, I fiddled with my phone while eating convenience store ramen, rice that pairs well with it, sausages, and a lunchbox made of just spaghetti noodles.
"Hmph... This guy's dad isn't coming home, huh."
No matter how late, he always got back by 10. Had he been kidnapped or something? I racked my brain, but couldn't picture it. Whatever, he'll handle himself, I thought, set an alarm for breakfast buffet time, and crashed.
If I were really that adult guy from the memories instead of Lee Haru, I'd probably be out all night burning cash. But sadly, I'm a minor now. Gotta follow the rules.
No matter those adult guy's memories, this Lee Haru body is underage. Some lines you don't cross.
4 a.m.
"Snoreee!!!"
"Ugh, what the—."
Long story short, I was exhausted, but the snoring woke me up. It hit me again why Mom and Dad sleep in separate rooms. ...Dude snores like a freight train. Thought it was a wild animal for a sec, but nope—it was Dad on the bed across from me.
"Sigh..."
Checked my phone: 4 a.m. I turned on the hotel Wi-Fi and opened the Yumeno Ai Gallery.
Lots of clips from her stream after we parted. Fun to watch. A few mentioned me. Honestly... as someone who'd seen the red pill firsthand, I had to check a couple out.
I can't read Japanese, but I can kinda understand it spoken. No wonder she's a top VTuber—tons of 100-yen superchats flew in that short clip.
Hmm... her voice and real look are so unbalanced, as always. Rewound the clip and browsed other threads.
The Yumeno Ai Gallery was popping off today—about twice the usual posts. Last I'd checked was before visiting Sora Group. Something big happen?
No way... not me, right? Stared at the pic—boom, my Star ID right there. Felt like crashing a festival only to learn it's a funeral.
Went to watch the gallery burn... and I was the bait. Damn it...
That's when it hit me—my screw-up. Not separating work and casual accounts...
Imagine a serial writer commenting on another series' latest chapter from their main, or backseat-gaming parodies. Different scale, but point stands: accounts need splitting.
Lucky part? My Lee Haru Star has no face pics—just daily life stuff. Only a few school folks follow, so no biggie. Or so I thought.
If I'd posted face pics on Star? Shiver at the thought of everyone seeing my face.
[Hi, it's me. Fancy a spinal fluid wine at the airport if time allows?]
[Yumeno Ai red pill for sale. Price... one golden olive?]
[Came from Yumeno Ai Gallery.]
[Are you the one who said Yumeno Ai is like a little sister?]
[I know what you're thinking as an adult, but I hate brainfart nods...]
Star notifications were off, but DMs exploded. Aah... was saving this, but now the gallery's backlashing on me. No counter-flame ammo, though. Why not spin this hype positively?
Not from HALU—anon verification? Red pill leak ban exists, but if I deny, they can't argue.
Honestly... verifying now might get mega-flamed, but concept-post worthy. Pondered title, went with one from a perennial punching bag. Perfect—template thread ready.
Content: Calling her dumb for mutual-following that friend on VTuber account? You'd flame me, right XX guys...? (Star verification screenshot) (DM bomb screenshot)
Yes! This raw, feral hype. Comments on NewTube can't touch this wild flavor. No wonder communities are addictive.
Left Yumeno Ai Gallery, browsed others. Rolled around in bed scrolling till breakfast time neared. Honestly... most hyped for that. What kinda spread in a hotel like this?
Dad couldn't skip buffet either—alarm woke him, looking wrecked. What'd he do last night? Obvious: maid cafe till close. 24/7? Stayed till he had his fill.
"Ugh... let's hit the buffet."
"Y... yeah."
Half-dead at the breakfast buffet—insanely lavish, woke us right up. Dad prioritized coffee: downed a straight espresso shot like a pro.
Not even European, chugging that bitter stuff raw... not normal. Overtime and dance practice habit? Steer clear of game industry, I noted, scanning the menu.
Basics like Korean hotel buffets: toast, scrambled eggs, juices, fresh ramen, DIY kaisendon.
"Ooooh!"
Yas? Nah, yas is tasty food—boldly ignored. Self-serve kaisendon? Guy memories made me greedy. Less rice than usual, piled minced tuna, then salmon roe and sweet shrimp sky-high. Toppings doubled the rice.
Overkill...
Tasty but mismatched. Roe and shrimp fine solo, but tuna greasy. Fixed with soy-wasabi on toast—weird fusion, but carbs are carbs. Haru's stomach handled the volume, no waste regrets. Post-buffet, checkout done—taxi to airport.
Flight at 11. Duty-free shopping then board—perfect. Sora Group goodies treasured, Yuri-picked figs crammed in suitcase—space tight.
Good thing 1-night-2-day, light packing—or it'd be overseas shipping. Dad perked at duty-free: booze, snacks, suitcase stuffed.
This Korea flight? No in-flight meal booked. Reason: Korean food withdrawal after just a day. Haru missing Korean food after a day? Keroro frog cackling vibes.
Tried sleeping with eye mask till landing, but forgot Korea-Japan's super close.
Dumped useless thoughts, landed in Korea—mood tanking.
Damn... school tomorrow...