Ch.0Get me a Coke Zero, lime flavored.

“Phew, this is troublesome. Really.”

The thought I’d been harboring in my mind inadvertently escaped with a sigh.

I still wasn’t used to the sound coming from my mouth.

“W-what’s troublesome?”

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

When I woke up, I had become a girl.

The webtoon I read the night I got fired from my company was the problem.

[Guys, I quit my job]

[Congrats, our Doyoung finally got fired]

[Didn’t you just renew your contract?]

[The boss told me not to renew and leave because he’s hiring his son’s girlfriend]

[LOL]

[It really was like a family company haha]

[Everyone, be sure to be born beautiful in your next life]

I had accepted being fired from the company.

It wasn’t a job I particularly liked, and I felt I needed a good rest anyway.

Above all, thanks to the unfair dismissal, the government would give me money.

[So recommend some anime or manga to watch at home while sucking on that unemployment money]

[Damn, I’m so jealous, sex]

[Ban Doyoung, this guy is already looking for anime right after getting fired from work lol]

[Try “Half of Half.” It’s good.]

Planning to enjoy some sweet time while receiving unemployment benefits, I asked people around me if there was anything worth watching lately.

A friend who used to be a scenario writer recommended a recently completed Korean webtoon.

<Someone Like You Doesn’t Even Like Half of Half>

Commonly known as <Half of Half>

He said it was a sweet pure love story about a timid, unremarkable high school boy protagonist and the school’s most popular beautiful girl.

It was a “love violence” genre,

What people call a “bully-loser pure love story.”

No frustrating plot devices,

No ex-boyfriend drift,

No childhood friend from abroad drift—just pure romance, which earned good reviews on the site.

[Oh, I’ve seen that]

[Me too]

[You too?]

There were others among my friends who had seen this work.

Occasionally, related discussions would pop up in our chat room,

But I was too swamped with overtime at my shitty company back then, so I just ignored them.

Now I see that besides my writer friend, about 2-3 others had at least sampled it.

These days, creators are desperate to provide shock value from the get-go.

In a world where some idiots even hide tags and pull “surprise, it was actually yuri” drifts just to create any kind of stimulation, a straightforward pure romance was ironically rare.

[The protagonist has the same name as you, which was interesting]

[Lol I thought of you while watching it too]

[Oh, that’s sweet, immersion level 100%]

Another important aspect of these romance stories is immersion, right?

There’s a reason why dating sims let you input your own name.

Since they said the protagonist had the same name as me, I immediately charged coins on ToonToonpia, the publishing platform.

I had no girlfriend, no car, and no company to go to tomorrow, but my pockets were full with severance pay and unemployment benefits.

Of course, once rent and utilities were paid, I’d be broke again.

But those trivial matters would be handled by the future Ban Doyoung.

Right now, I was in full enjoyment mode.

After returning home, I placed the chicken I’d ordered and a can of cola beside me, and with high hopes, clicked on the first episode.

Perhaps thanks to my shitty company making me work overtime until my last day, my eyelids grew heavy right after clicking.

.

.

.

“Son of a bitch.”

They should have said the heroine had the same name as me, not the protagonist.

“B-Ban Doyoung. Stop it now and move your legs…”

“Huh? Are you talking to me?”

“Who else is Ban Doyoung here besides you…”

The real-life ‘Ban Doyoung’ had become

the main heroine ‘Ban Doyoung’ of the pure romance webtoon <Half of Half>.

Without any of those common frustrating plot devices, ex-boyfriend drifts,

or childhood friend returning from abroad drifts.

I was now the heroine destined for an ending of pure love with

this loser protagonist ‘Do Hamin,’ who currently had my bare legs resting on his knees.

Thanks to that, it wasn’t my eyelids that were heavy now, but my upper body.

“I want to move them too, but my legs hurt from running laps earlier for being late. Hamin, let me stay like this on your knees just a little longer.”

“J-just a little… until when?”

“Hmm… until lunchtime?”

“W-what? It’s only second period now!”

“Hehehe. Look at your face. If you go to the store and buy me a cola, I’ll move my legs. Zero Lime flavor.”

“…Hey, you better keep your promise.”

“I will, now hurry up and go!”

I kicked his butt as he trotted toward the store with pattering steps, chasing him out the classroom door.

“Zero Lime, remember. If you bring mango flavor, you’re dead.”

What? You’re asking if it’s okay for the main heroine in a pure love story to bully the protagonist like this?

If I’m going to end up with this guy anyway, isn’t it fine to torment him and make him run errands a bit?