How I Ended Up with an Extreme Yandere Landmine Beauty When I Asked to Hang Out with My Best Friend's Sister to Get Better at Talking to Girls

Chapter 11: If You Guess Wrong in a Yandere Beauty’s Memory Item Game, You’re Obviously in Big Trouble, Right? ♡

“Of course you know what the one item holding memories of me and Ryoya-san is, right? ♡”

The question came from Azuri the moment I entered her room, as if she was testing me.

The one item holding memories of Azuri and me had to be something related to what she called “that day.”

This was an extremely bad situation.

I tried desperately not to show it on my face, but inside, I had a feeling that if I got it wrong, it would definitely crack my relationship with Azuri, and cold sweat would not stop.

I had accidentally said the other day that I remembered that day, but now it was too late to say “Actually, I didn’t know.”

Azuri was cooperative with me, but it was true that she sometimes showed a scary side.

If it came to that, I would…

“What’s wrong, Ryoya-san?”

“Oh, no. I was just thinking where it might be.”

I stood up while dodging the question and lightly looked around the room.

Find it. Find it!

Find it no matter what!

“That day” was almost certainly the summer festival, based on information from Shinichi.

The problem was what happened there.

Since it was a summer festival, it had to be something that fit that.

If so…

The first thing that caught my eye was a hair ornament placed on the dresser by the wall.

For Azuri, who seemed to like ribbons and such, it had an unusually traditional design, with mysterious-colored Japanese beads and dried flowers attached, and it looked like it would go with a yukata.

I could not picture Azuri, who loved mass-produced pink landmine fashion, wearing this, so maybe it was something I gave her that day.

Well, I had no memory of giving Azuri this in the first place, so I had zero confidence, but anyway, I had to answer soon.

“Ah, I found it, Azu—”

The moment I turned to answer her.

As I tried to face Azuri, my gaze unexpectedly went upward to the wall behind her.

There, hanging slanted and limp from a string hooked on a nail in the wall, was a fox mask.

A mask in such a girly, fancy room?

And deliberately displayed high up on the wall, like on a household shrine.

But maybe that was it.

“Ryoya-san?”

The hair ornament was too romantic for me.

If so, then that mask…

“Hey, the one Azuri is talking about is that mask, right?”

P-Please be right!!!

The ultimate two-choice question where I did not even know if it was correct.

My future depended on this.

“…Ryoya-san”

“…!”

Azuri’s mouth softened slightly, but her eyes turned sharp like a wild beast’s.

W-Which is it!?

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Chapter 12: Yandere Beautiful Girl’s Good Mood VS Cool Beautiful Girl’s Request?

In the room, Azuri told me to look for a memento related to “that day,” but since I did not remember that day at all, I was forced to choose between what seemed like a hair accessory and a fox mask—the ultimate two options.

In the end, I picked the fox mask with a somewhat self-deprecating and sad prediction that I was not romantic enough to give her the hair accessory…

“Ryoya-san…”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Hehe…”

Azuri smiled small and stared straight at me.

This… W-What exactly does it mean!?

“Ryoya-san remembered that day properly. I’m so touched♡”

Azuri swayed her black hair twintails back and forth happily from side to side, flashed a smile showing her white teeth, and said it in a sweet, spoiled voice.

I… I got it right!?

That means the hair accessory was the wrong choice…!?

W-Whew, that was close…!!

If I had even a little romantic sense, I might have messed up and everything could have ended.

In a way, it was no exaggeration to say that my lack of experience with women worked in my favor.

“Since you remembered it properly, I’ll go prepare some tea, okay?”

“Y-Yeah. Thanks, Azuri.”

Azuri left the room and headed toward the kitchen in the hallway.

This… Should I say I got through it without incident?

I somehow managed to ride it out, but that did not mean the problem was solved.

For Azuri’s sake too, I had to recall what happened on “that day” without her noticing.

“Ryoya-senpai, you and Niijima-san… have known each other for a long time?”

Mayana asked in a low voice while looking down at her phone.

“W-What’s wrong, all of a sudden? It’s not like Azuri and I—”

“That mask—did Ryoya-senpai give it to her? It seems like it’s Niijima-san’s treasure or something.”

“Uh, um, well…”

“…That reaction. You actually don’t remember it, do you?”

Mayana pressed with a series of sharp questions, chipping away at my mind that had finally calmed down.

It was truly out of the frying pan into the fire… questions like rubbing salt in the wound.

But Azuri was not here right now…

“Yeah, that’s right. Honestly, I don’t remember that day.”

I muttered in response to Mayana’s question and nodded honestly toward her.

“I see…”

“But I can kind of guess what happened… so I managed somehow just now.”

I spoke to Mayana with my honest feelings.

Feeling a bit guilty somehow.

What would Mayana think of me after hearing this?

She had been calling me “senpai” ever since we met earlier… it made me feel kind of pathetic.

“Ryoya-senpai… you’re kind, aren’t you?”

“Huh?”

It was the complete opposite reaction from what I expected.

Normally, she could have said something like “You’re the worst!” or “Liar!”

“Ryoya-senpai is holding back his own guilt to avoid hurting Niijima-san… and going along with it, right?”

“Well… yeah, sort of.”

Of course, part of pretending to know was for my own self-preservation.

If I admitted I forgot that day, Azuri would probably be disappointed in me, and I did not want that feeling to go away completely.

But just as Mayana said, what I feared most was that Azuri might get sad.

If I were in Azuri’s position, and the other person did not care at all about something that made me happy, I would think it was just trivial to them and feel hurt for sure.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know what happened that day for Azuri’s sake.

“That day… and that mask hanging on the wall, right?”

“Hm? Yeah, that’s it.”

“That mask… it looks similar to the ones sold at the summer festival when I was in second grade.”

“What!? Y-You can tell that!?”

“…Well, I do rank first in my year, and my memory is pretty good.”

Mayana spoke in her usual cool way, but her tone sounded a little proud.

No, but memory… that summer festival was like eight years ago!? And from when she was a kid.

How was her brain’s memory drawer organized to remember even that…!?

“Then, could you tell me anything about that year’s summer festival? I want any kind of trigger to help me remember.”

“…”

“Hm? Mayana?”