Doraemon: Reborn As Dekisugi

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!" Nobita looked at Dekisugi and Shizuka, who had already gone downstairs, and stammered, as if he had just drunk several jars of vinegar. He pointed to the empty corridor and said to Doraemon, his voice full of frustration.

"Ah! Doraemon!! Dekisugi unexpectedly! Unexpectedly!! Walking with Shizuka!" Nobita, who had been in a cheerful mood after finishing his homework, suddenly sank into a state of deep melancholy. He couldn't help but feel the sting of jealousy. After all, the reality of the situation was clear: Dekisugi was everything that Nobita wasn't. He was smart, hardworking, and now, walking alongside Shizuka—something that Nobita could only dream of.

Doraemon sighed, his mechanical voice calm but tinged with a hint of exasperation. "Well, what can I do? Nobita, you're going to marry Shizuka in the future, but you should know that the future isn't set in stone."

Nobita perked up slightly at the mention of Shizuka marrying him in the future, but then Doraemon continued, "If you don't work harder, Nobita... well, you might end up marrying Jaian's sister instead."

Doraemon chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The thought of Nobita marrying Takeshi Gouda's younger sister was too amusing to resist.

Nobita was taken aback and quickly countered, his voice tinged with desperation, "Doraemon~ Do you have any gadgets that can make Shizuka fall in love with me and hate Dekisugi?"

His eyes lit up as he stared at the four-dimensional pocket on Doraemon's stomach. Doraemon gave him a look of disbelief, his eyes narrowing. He had expected a request for something more reasonable, but this was just too much. Nobita was already relying on gadgets to solve all his problems. He had done it with homework, with pranks, and now with his love life.

Doraemon crossed his arms, standing firmly in front of Nobita, who seemed determined to ask for another favor. "Nobita, how can you think like that? Dekisugi just helped you with your homework and you don't even appreciate it!"

Nobita winced at the scolding, feeling a little guilty, but his desire for Shizuka's affection clouded his judgment. Doraemon muttered something under his breath, walked away, and stepped through a door, vanishing back into the future.

Nobita, not wanting to deal with the walk home, followed Doraemon through the door and back to his house.

Once inside, Nobita tossed his schoolbag onto the tatami and plopped himself down, crossing his legs lazily. He stretched his arms behind his head and sighed deeply, a picture of youthful indifference.

Doraemon followed him inside, shaking his head in exasperation at Nobita's lack of responsibility. "Nobita, aren't you going to do your homework? You just come home and go to bed. Kids your age should be outside, playing baseball with Jaian and the others."

But then Doraemon paused, remembering that Nobita had already finished his homework earlier. He quickly corrected himself, "Oh, right. You've already done your homework. Still, you should get up and do something productive."

Nobita didn't respond right away. He just lay there with his eyes closed, still thinking about how the others always seemed to blame him for everything. He groaned, "I don't want to. They always blame me, even when it's not my fault."

Doraemon, trying to engage Nobita in a more positive conversation, continued, "But Nobita, you can't keep complaining. You're only hurting yourself."

But Nobita was already lost in his thoughts, listing off the grievances he had accumulated over time. "For example, last time we played baseball, they blamed me for losing 20 points. I wasn't even the one who messed up! I just let them take the blame for the loss, and now they've all turned on me."

He stood up suddenly, his face serious, as if delivering a great revelation, "I only made them lose 15 points, not 20!" He threw his hands up in the air, as if this small difference was the key to the entire argument.

Doraemon looked at Nobita, his face a mixture of amusement and concern. Nobita flopped back down onto the tatami, sighing deeply. "So, I just don't want to do these thankless tasks anymore, Doraemon."

Meanwhile, Dekisugi and Shizuka were walking home, side by side. As they walked, Shizuka asked Dekisugi a few questions, and Dekisugi answered them with patience and care. Their friendship, built over the course of several years, had only grown stronger. It had started when they were both in first grade, and now, in their final year of elementary school, they had developed a deep understanding of each other.

Shizuka, a little nervous about some of the homework, took out her textbook and handed it to Dekisugi. "I don't understand how to do this question. Can you help me?"

Dekisugi glanced at the textbook and immediately began explaining the solution, his voice calm and steady. "Shizuka, look at how this question is done. First, you need to calculate it like this, then..."

He guided her through the problem step by step, his manner gentle and reassuring. Shizuka listened intently, grateful for his help. By the time they reached her house, Dekisugi had helped her finish all the difficult questions. Though he wasn't invited to stay for dessert, he had to hurry home to take care of a few things.

He waved goodbye to Shizuka and hurried back home. His parents were often out working late, so he didn't expect them to be home yet. The dinner had already been prepared, and he just needed to heat it up.

As he entered his room and sat at his desk, Dekisugi's thoughts turned to the future. He glanced at the calendar on the wall and saw the date: September 1, 1988.

It felt strange, yet familiar. His mind raced as he thought about what he needed to accomplish. If he wanted to become stronger and learn new skills, he would need to stay in good physical shape, which meant eating well and exercising regularly.

But his family didn't have the means to provide him with all the fish and meat he needed to stay healthy. So, he needed to find a way to support himself financially, maybe even by drawing manga. The idea of submitting a comic to a publishing house in this era seemed promising, but he wasn't sure if minors could even contribute.

As he sat in his room, lost in thought, Dekisugi couldn't help but remember the mischievous behavior of Nobita. He could already imagine Nobita using Doraemon's gadgets to pull pranks on him. It made him shudder to think about what tricks the robot cat might pull out of its pocket next.

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