To Love-Ru: Yūki Rito × JJK Templates

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"Ha Ha Ha Ha" laughter erupted from the group of friends as they talked about anime that had aired the night before. Some of them were absentminded, while others—more distracted—eyed the girls slowly leaving their seats.

"Hey, did you see that TV commercial this morning?"

"You mean the one for the new sweets place?"

"Yeah! It looked amazing."

"Should we check it out later?"

"Totally! Let's give it a try."

"Yeah!" a group of girls chatted, their voices drifting through the room.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The continuous ring of the bell signaled the end of school hours. Classrooms emptied quickly, students heading for pre-made plans. They poured out of the classrooms, a river of youth flowing toward club meetings, part-time jobs, or the simple, quiet comfort of home. The esteemed members of the Go-Home Club were, as always, the first to depart.

Near the window row, in the second-to-last seat, a figure lay with his head on the desk, sleeping peacefully. His features were hidden beneath a clump of long, brown-black hair, and a long-sleeved jacket covered his arms.

"Hey, Rito. Wake up." A hand gently patted his shoulder. "You've been sleeping in class a lot lately." His friend, Saruyama, leaned in closer, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Dreaming of a certain someone in our class, maybe?"

"Mmm..." Rito murmured, lifting his head with a slow, groggy reluctance. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the afternoon light filtering into the now mostly empty room.

"Thanks for waking me up, Saruyama." He offered a calm nod, ignoring the latter half of his friend's question as he stretched his stiff limbs and slung his backpack over one shoulder.

"So, come on, who is it?" Saruyama pressed, falling into step beside him as they walked. "It's gotta be your beloved Sairenji Haruna, right? I see you staring at her sometimes."

Rito yawned, his eyes narrowing slightly at Saruyama, who instantly shut up and scampered off, probably to pursue his own "perverted things" after school.

'But it's true, lately I'm feeling a lot more sleepy and tired. I even have to cut back on my work because of it.' 

His silence was not empty, but full of the words he could never say. 

For him, there wasn't enough time to think about girls his age; his hours were consumed by reading books and documentaries related to his abnormal dreams. 

They hadn't directly harmed him, but they had subtly changed his behavior, his entire worldview shifting.

He couldn't say these bizarre dreams to others. He couldn't tell anyone. Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. Just like those people, they would think him mad, and would consider him insane for dreaming such dreams. 

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A sudden, prickling sensation ran down his spine. Something's wrong. He quickened his pace, nearly colliding with a girl clutching a Japanese grammar dictionary to her chest.

"Sorry," he muttered, recognizing her as Sairenji. Before he could move past, a loud scream tore through the air from somewhere behind them.

"Watch out!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

An earth-shaking explosion ripped through the street. A massive, charred piece of twisted metal slammed into the pavement right before the school gates, carving a deep, smoking crater into the asphalt. Screams of terror erupted from the few students still lingering nearby. Miraculously, no one was hurt. 

It was a blessing that most had already gone home. Rito stared at the smoldering object, a cold sweat beading on his brow. He turned to Sairenji, who was frozen beside him, her face pale with shock.

"Rito-kun…" she whispered, her voice so faint it was almost lost in the rising clamor.

"Are you alright, Sairenji-san?" Rito asked, his voice laced with genuine concern that cut through his own shock. "Do you need to go to the nurse?"

"No..." she managed, shaking her head, her wide eyes fixed on him for a moment before darting back to the crater.

"Is that so..." Rito murmured, a flicker of understanding in his gaze. A crowd was already forming, their attention fixated on the debris. Seeing that she was safe and that teachers were rushing to the scene, he said nothing more and quietly slipped away from the growing chaos.

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'What was that.' It wasn't entirely unexpected for something to fall near him, but the object itself was certainly surprising. Still, it wasn't a shock. He'd experienced abnormal bad luck since childhood: objects falling from the sky, almost getting run over by animals from who-knew-where, or just general, unexpected chaos.

He didn't want to linger. Staying might just attract another unwelcome gift from the sky. 

He had a feeling, something was about to happen, his steps quickened. His head felt heavy.

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"I'm home," Rito announced to the quiet house, his voice heavy with the day's exhaustion. He lazily kicked off his shoes, placing them in the nearby cabinet with weary movements of someone on autopilot.

"Welcome home, Rito." Mikan's voice drifted from the living room. He found her curled up on the sofa, legs tucked under her, completely absorbed in a manga. A half-eaten bag of potato chips rested beside her. "Dad called. He said he's working late again tonight," she informed him without looking up, her words punctuated by a loud crunch.

A small, tired smile touched Rito's lips. "Mm," was all he managed in response. "I'm beat. Think I'll take a nap."

Leaving her to her manga, he trudged toward his room. The sluggishness he felt wasn't just physical, his mind felt fuzzy, bogged down by the dreams and the mundane reality of school and homework. He dropped his bag by his desk and flopped face-first onto his bed. As he massaged his temples, a strange image flashed behind his closed eyes. 

His body tensed for a fraction of a second. 

He didn't like to sleep like this, he hadn't sweat much today, but a nagging feeling clung to him, a sense of being dusty not on his skin, but in his mind.

"Maybe I'll take a bath first," he mumbled to himself. A long, hot soak felt like the only thing that could truly wash the day away and clear his head.

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Darkness. This was the darkness before the first star, the silence before the first word. It is the only way he could use it to describe this place. Empty, the world felt like silver on the edge of the world. The horizon was not a line between sky and ground, but a seam stitching being to nothingness. 

The line between Life and death is between this World. He couldn't see it, feel his body. But he felt it in his soul. 

Every part of him was descending, yet his consciousness remained, a single, unwavering point of light in the plunge. 

His soul, the only eye in a world without sight, could mass in a manner that seems unimaginable as he stands between, what looks like the silver of a mirror showing no reflection, the light of a moon that had not yet been born. 

The world was rimmed in silver, like a coin balanced on its edge, ready to fall into either oblivion or existence.

"Its… not time yet… soon…" A voice, so profound, it had a sound of its own—the low hum of infinity. Before he was thrown out.

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Not time for what? The question echoed in his mind as he came back to himself. The dream had been different this time, more intense, and it had left a deep, unsettling impression. 

'The wall between my worlds was beginning to crack, and I could see the light—or the darkness—shining through.' That's what he felt. He pondered for quite a while, before giving up thinking too deeply about it. 

'If it's inevitable, then let it happen.' Just lose those dreams he couldn't avoid after sleeping, then just continue dreaming. 

He would not wage war against the ocean of his fate. He would simply learn to swim. To accept the tide was not to drown, but to finally move with it.

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There was something like an electric spark on the surface of water along with a cracking sound. 

He let out a long yawn, feeling that dream had hit him too hard. He stretched his arms, his eyes closed due to tiredness, as he felt too sleepy yet couldn't fall asleep now. 

BOOOM

A sudden, booming crash ripped through the steamy air of the bathroom, jolting Rito from his drowsy stupor. The impact sent a wave sloshing over him, and in the chaotic swirl of water and confusion, his hands pressed against something impossibly soft. As they wiggle like jelly. He couldn't get enough of it. 

It was buoyant and yielding, his fingers sinking into it as if into warm gelatin. He gave a sleepy, reflexive squeeze.

'Ah… what's this?' he wondered, his mind still adrift in a hazy dream. Another strange dream, it seemed. He'd had enough of those for one day. With a soft groan, he blinked his eyes, forcing them to flutter open.

"Areh…?" A curious sound escaped his lips as his fingers, acting with a mind of their own, gave another gentle squeeze.

"Ah~" A soft, melodic sigh reached his ears. It wasn't a dream.

Rito's eyes snapped wide open. Before him, submerged in the same tub, was a girl. This wasn't the first time he'd found himself in such an improbable situation, but it was certainly the first time… well, the first time his hand had landed there.

A blush hotter than the bathwater crept up his neck. The girl, however, simply stretched her arms with a relaxed, contented smile, seemingly undisturbed.

"Escape successfully," she whispered, her voice as bright and bubbly as the soap suds floating around them. Her eyelids slowly lifted, revealing stunning, clear emerald eyes that held no trace of alarm, only a serene innocence.

"Ah…" she murmured, her gaze finally settling on him. Rito's hand was still resting on her chest. With a final, mortified twitch, he yanked it back as if burned.

"Ehe~" She offered him a gentle, guileless smile that only made his face flush a deeper shade of crimson.

"Hey, are you finished staring?" she asked, her tone light and teasing. Her gaze followed his, and he realized he was, indeed, staring. She was breathtaking—a cascade of bubblegum-pink hair floated around her shoulders, and her curvaceous figure was well beyond that of any girl he knew. She looked like she'd stepped right out of a fantasy.

"Ah! I-I'm so sorry!" he stammered, frantically sliding down into the water to hide his embarrassment until only his eyes and nose were showing. "Th-there are extra towels over there," he managed, pointing a trembling finger toward a nearby shelf.

Her eyes, full of a childlike curiosity, followed his gesture before returning to his face. She seemed to understand, in a way that defied the sheer absurdity of the moment, that the incident wasn't born from ill intent, but from a clumsy accident. There was no malice in him; Rito just wasn't that kind of boy. 

She tilted her head, a silent question in her emerald gaze meeting his gaze, that was full of curiosity, like a little child has found a new toy that is beyond his comprehension. The incident between his hand and her breasts wasn't his fault but his hands. 

Rito isn't a lecherous boy. 

Kock Kock

There was a knock on the door. 

Knock, knock!

The sharp rap on the bathroom door made Rito jump.

"Rito, are you asleep in the tub again?" Mikan's young, teasing voice called from the other side. "I keep telling you, you'll catch a cold if you do that!" but it sounded worrying. 

Rito's eyes shot toward the pink-haired girl. He brought a finger to his lips in a universal gesture for silence. She watched him for a second, and then a delightful giggle escaped her as she perfectly mirrored his gesture. It seemed that some things were the same, no matter where you came from.

Except for a little difference, that. 

As she moved, something else caught his eye—something that was most certainly not the same. Swishing gently behind her was a long, thin tail ending in a perfect, heart-shaped tip. It moved with a life of its own, a playful, mesmerizing like a pendulum that drew his gaze like a moth to a flame.

It from time to time attracts his attention, he wants to catch it. Her most distinguishing feature is her tail which extends down from the base of her back. Her tail is long, thin, and ends with a heart-shaped tip. It seems like an alluring food, keep teasing him to come closer and bite. 

"Rito? Are you there?" Mikan called again, a little more insistently this time.

Rito tore his resentful gaze away from the captivating tail. "I'm awake now!" he called back, his voice strained but apologetic. "Sorry for making you worry, Mikan!"

"Moo~ if you were really sorry, you wouldn't do it in the first place, Baka," she huffed from the hallway. "Just make sure you dry off properly so you don't get sick!"

Her footsteps faded as she headed back to the living room, leaving her clumsy older brother to his own devices. "Honestly," she sighed to herself, "what will ever become of him?" She plopped back onto the sofa, leaving Rito's future to sort itself out.

"I should leave that to my future and Rito's." She went back to the living room and continued watching the television. 

Back in the bathroom, Rito was left alone with the silence, the steam, and a girl who was clearly, wonderfully, from a world far, far away from his own.

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Author Notes:

Here we go guys,

And just to confirmation, he isn't the Rito from OG Series, in case someone ask his behavior is like him. I want to change the whole Series from roots, so I will began the changes from here, that will be slowly spread.

Also Very Important Question: 

Should Sairenji_Haruna be one of Heroine? I want to ask this because Haruna is created based on To Love Ru's Author's Wive. And then that wive of his is caught cheating with underage boy behind his back. I'm conflicted. Also I don't like her much too. 

I'm here for Alien girls, hehe.