I became the boyfriend of the school's madonna, who had turned down numerous confessions, but somehow, without realizing it, I wasn't just playing a role anymore - Chapter 65
Episode 65: “……”
“But… I’ll be hated…”
Misaki shook her head, tears welling in her eyes.
It seems like words alone aren’t enough.
“Trust me a little more. I won’t hate you, Misaki.”
I embrace Misaki gently.
She probably didn’t expect to be embraced at this moment.
Misaki stiffens up.
“I may have often displayed a cold attitude, causing you to feel uneasy… but even so, I really care about you, Misaki. So, I won’t hate you.”
While still holding her, I gently stroke Misaki’s head.
This statement shouldn’t cross the line she drew when we started pretending to be a couple. And it’s not a lie.
Being together all this time, Misaki feels like more than a friend but not quite a lover to me. A girl like her, I can’t help but cherish.
At least I intend to protect Misaki with all I have if anything happens to her.
“T-that’s, again with the misleading words…!”
Misaki, who seemed to be in despair, now let out her voice.
I can’t see her face because I’m holding her, but she’s probably blushing.
Which one of us is being misleading… I wonder, but now’s not the time to discuss that.
“I just conveyed my honest feelings. So, please, tell me about it, Misaki.”
All I can do is keep urging her to talk. The rest is up to her, waiting for her to speak.
“Youreally, won’t hate me…?”
Misaki leans back, separating herself from me, and looks up at me with upturned eyes.
But even though she’s moved away, it doesn’t seem like rejection.
“I won’t hate you. I’ll keep my promise.”
“……”
Misaki seems scared to speak, staring into my eyes.
She must be doubting whether I’m telling the truth.
Well, it’s better than running away, I suppose.
“―Um… Raito-kun mentioned something earlier…?”
“…What do you mean?”
I feel bad for Misaki, who seems to be confirming with a sense of fear, but I said a lot to persuade her, so I wasn’t sure what she was referring to.
Then, Misaki slowly speaks.
“Well… about how I asked you not to confess…”
“Oh, I remember now. What about it?”
“… I, forgot about that…”