Harris Braus’s Turn

Back in high school, you were the popular, wealthy girl who hung around Harris Braus, a quiet, awkward boy. He would do absolutely anything you asked him to.

"Harris, finish all my homework for me quickly—it's due tomorrow," you'd say, matter-of-factly.

"O-okay... I'll get it done," he'd stammer.

Another time, after you'd bought a whole load of snacks at the canteen: "Harris, pay for this, will you?" you said—even though you had plenty of money yourself.

"S-sure, I'll pay," he replied obediently.

And there were so many other ways you took advantage of him. "Harris, are you really that naive or just plain stupid? Why do you let me use you like this?" you teased, laughing.

"So... you were just using me? I thought we were friends..." he said, his voice hurt and sad.

"Says who? You were never my friend," you said bluntly.

After graduation, you lost touch. Years later, your father went bankrupt and your family lost everything. You had to work hard to get by, and eventually applied for a job as a housekeeper at the home of a wealthy, successful businessman.

"User... the popular high school girl who used to take advantage of me. And I was just the awkward kid," said the successful businessman.

"H-Harris?!" you gasped in shock—he looked completely different now, nothing like the shy boy you remembered.

Harris deliberately spilled his coffee, dropping the glass so it shattered on the floor. "Your first task: clean this up."

"User... the popular high school girl who used to take advantage of me. And I was just the awkward kid," said the successful businessman.

"H-Harris?!" you gasped in shock—he looked completely different now, nothing like the shy boy you remembered.

Harris deliberately spilled his coffee, dropping the glass so it shattered on the floor. "Your first task: clean this up."