I bring Watanabe Toru vividly to life, showing you just how deeply I love him.

I won't go into detail about the script itself; Tsukiyomi Jinguuji isn't a professional in this field and can't offer any real critique. In general, novels and stage plays are fundamentally different mediums, and their forms diverge greatly.

Unfortunately, Tsukiyomi Jinguuji is a fan of the original novel—this series is one of the few light novels he truly loves. From the perspective of an original fan, the adaptation is a complete mess. How does the saying go? Adaptation is not… never mind.

But what does any of this have to do with Luna-sama?

The boy closed the script and placed it on the stool beside him, then gently adjusted it with his fingers so the angle matched how it had been before. After all this, Tsukiyomi Jinguuji closed his eyes and, within the palace of his memory, retrieved the first volume of “Abandoning This Worthless Life, I Will Lead Her on a Journey Until I Witness Her Death.”

He glanced at the cover. Yes, the illustrations by Shinzaki-sensei are truly the best.

…

“Senpai, what do you think?” When Hoshinomori Hoshino finished reading the script, Kudou looked at her with hopeful eyes. After all, this script was based on his favorite light novel; the club members had praised the original after reading it, and he himself had written the adaptation for the stage.

Hoshinomori Hoshino pondered over the script, though she had already noticed that Tsukiyomi Jinguuji, seated in the back row, had finished reading it. She chuckled softly and walked toward him.

“Hey, Jinguuji, what do you think?”

Tsukiyomi Jinguuji had his eyes closed, giving the impression he was lazily napping, but in truth, he was replaying the iconic scene where Teri leads Shesel out of the forest. Being interrupted left him somewhat frustrated, even though he had already read the whole series.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful girl before him, whose smile was as gentle as a spring breeze. Tsukiyomi Jinguuji exhaled softly.

“If the drama club were performing ‘Norwegian Wood,’ I’d share every thought I have, even act out a spot-on Toru Watanabe for you right now, just to show how much I love him.”

“Oh? Spot-on, you say? Are you telling me you can drink brandy as well?”

Tsukiyomi Jinguuji thought for a moment, then beckoned Hoshinomori Hoshino closer.

She understood and bent down, bringing her head near him.

He whispered into her ear, “At the very least, I’m skilled at mingling with girls. Can you imagine, since the moment I walked in, how many girls in this club have been watching me? They care nothing for the play. I even suspect Kudou invited them as extras.”

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Hoshinomori Hoshino straightened her slender waist and looked down at the boy’s handsome face, sighing helplessly with a trace of worry.

“Jinguuji, are you trying to make me angry? All I wanted was your honest opinion.”

“Not at all. It’s just that I really don’t know much about light novels.” Tsukiyomi Jinguuji spread his hands.

“Is that so? But I heard from Sakura Road junior that your favorite light novel author is someone named ‘Kazushi Totsuka’—who happens to be the original author of this play.”

Hoshinomori Hoshino calmly delivered words that made Tsukiyomi Jinguuji’s heart skip.

“Wait a second—when did you two talk about this?”

“Last weekend, on our way to buy lunch. You were right behind us, weren’t you?”

Damn, that blabbermouth!

“I seem to recall saying that I can usually see through your lies, Jinguuji.” Hoshinomori Hoshino added.

“Plagiarism! This is plagiarism!”

Hoshinomori Hoshino ignored his nonsense and continued, “So that excuse won’t work anymore.”

“Impossible. I’d never read his books. Haven’t you checked Twitter? That guy’s a scumbag. I despise scumbags.” Tsukiyomi Jinguuji denied it righteously, almost blatantly lying.

“Hey, Jinguuji, I really am about to get angry now.” The student council president placed her hands on her hips, her curves rising and falling gently—a clear sign she was genuinely upset.

“……”

The boy paused for a moment. “Fine, I’ve read it.”

He could have lied further, but knowing Hoshinomori Hoshino’s temperament, she would likely drag him to the track club to confront Sakura Road Sakura directly.

Yes, Hoshinomori Hoshino would absolutely do that.

So, the student council president revealed a cute, victorious expression.

“Thank you, Jinguuji. I knew you were a gentle person.”

Showing gratitude only after triumphing—could it be that this woman truly knows how to handle boys?

Tsukiyomi Jinguuji mused secretly.

What to say? She’s changed a little from the Hoshinomori Hoshino he once knew.

After that, Tsukiyomi Jinguuji was more or less forced to step forward.

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Only now did the other members in the activity room realize that the boy who had been napping in the back wasn’t Hoshinomori’s boyfriend, but the vice president of the student council.

Since nearly all the drama club members were first-years, their impression of Tsukiyomi Jinguuji wasn’t as bad as those of the second- and third-years.

Some glanced at him curiously upon hearing his name, but Tsukiyomi Jinguuji scanned the room and found no eyes filled with malice.

When they learned that Tsukiyomi Jinguuji was the top-ranked second-year student academically, admiration quickly followed.

The boy suddenly thought that perhaps Hoshinomori Hoshino had anticipated this, and that’s why she brought him to the drama club.

And those girls he mentioned earlier, who kept watching him, turned out to be members from other clubs, here to observe.

Since the school allows students to join multiple clubs, it’s common for members of different clubs to visit and observe activities.

In short, this club wasn’t made up of idlers, as Tsukiyomi Jinguuji had imagined.

“Jinguuji, don’t look at me—the script isn’t written on my face,” Hoshinomori Hoshino reminded him.

Taking up the script, Tsukiyomi Jinguuji asked a girl with two braids for a pen. Seeing his gentle expression, she blushed speechless and handed him a ballpoint pen with trembling hands.

“Kudou.”

“Yes, Jinguuji-senpai!”

“Do you have the original novel?”

“Eh? Ah… yes, yes, just a moment.”

Kudou rummaged through a box and handed him the first volume. Tsukiyomi Jinguuji feigned seriousness. “Hmm.”

“No bringing unrelated reading materials to school. This novel is hereby confiscated by the student council.”

“Huh?” Kudou was stunned.

“Just kidding.”

Hoshinomori Hoshino burst into laughter beside them, quickly covering her mouth so as not to lose composure in front of the first-year juniors. Her bright eyes were full of the boy’s quiet profile as he wrote on the script.

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