For Some Reason, I’m Almost Locked up by the Most Beautiful Girl in School Who Can Hear My Inner Thoughts - Chapter 1: I Was Almost Locked Up

Chapter 1: I Was Almost Locked Up

The hot summer was almost over, and it was gradually getting colder these days.

“Hey, listen to me carefully.”

In front of me, my personal belongings, which had somehow disappeared, were lined up, and in this hopeless room filled with tons of dolls that looked exactly like my face, called Yuki-kun dolls, she spoke to me with a serious face.

What kind of joke was this?

It wasn’t even funny.

If this was a dream, I wished it felt a bit more real.

“It’s not a joke or anything, I’m serious.”

She said that, and I pinched my thigh again, which I had already pinched earlier. It was probably red and swollen by now.

“Yuki, please let me lock up Yuki-kun!!”

Suddenly, I wondered what the chances were in life of being almost locked up by the class’s beautiful girl.

Almost zero.

No, I could say it was zero.

And on top of that, why was her mother so enthusiastic about locking me up too?

Why was this happening?

It wasn’t like I had zero contact with her. We were in the same class, and we talked sometimes. Being seated next to her made that even more true.

I helped her when she was in trouble, and though I couldn’t say it too loudly, I even stopped a teacher who was forcing himself on her.

But that was it. Really, that was all. There were tons of guys who wanted to help her, and when she was in trouble, the guys in our class eagerly crowded around to help her. Any of them would have happily done the same for her. It just happened to be me.

So, why me?

My face wasn’t particularly great. Sure, my parents weren’t ugly, so my face wasn’t that bad either, and though it was weird to say it myself, I had a kind of cute, feminine face. But standing next to her, I’d look plain. Plus, this feminine face wasn’t popular with girls, and some even said they couldn’t see me as a guy.

My personality wasn’t especially likable or kind enough to make her like me, and I didn’t have any outstanding talents either.

Really, why?

I couldn’t figure it out no matter how much I thought about it.

“Yuki-kun, you’re like an endangered species. The only guy who’s allowed to look at me with naughty eyes, so look as much as you want.”

Really, I didn’t understand.

“You don’t get it, right? Because Yuki-kun just thinks of me as a pretty friend who sits next to him.”

She often guessed exactly what I was thinking like that.

It was almost like she could read my mind.

“Oh, right. I forgot to mention something important. Sorry.”

She said casually, then opened her mouth.

“I can read people’s minds.”

This is a story about what led up to this and what happened afterward.