I Time-Leaped Back to High School with My Childhood Friend–Turned–Wife, But I Don’t Know Why We Returned to the Past. Also, My Wife as a High Schooler Is Kinda Sexy.

After various happenings, we sat down on the space before the rooftop for lunch.

With me in the center, Chiho on my left, and Aizawa on my right. I was surrounded by flowers just like yesterday.

It was truly like a scene from a harem manga.

Though one of them was my wife, so if I got cocky, I’d be sent flying.

In this picturesque arrangement, while poking at the bottom of our lunch boxes with chopsticks, we exchanged frank opinions about our plans going forward.

Three heads are better than one.

With Aizawa joining us, the range of our deductions might expand.

I had made some nonsensical deductions in the previous loop, but well, since she became our ally as a result, it all worked out in the end.

However, the agenda was already mostly decided.

As we discussed this morning, we needed to investigate the identity of that person we saw before the loop reset—the woman in the bunny suit and white hoodie.

In other words, that meant investigating Chiho’s close friend.

And naturally, my wife wouldn’t easily allow that.

“I’m telling youuu~, Fumi-chan is absolutely not involveeed~! Why won’t you believe meee~? Geez! A-chan and Ikuna-chan are so stuuupid!”

“But that was definitely Tendoji-san.”

“That’s right, Chiho-san! That person is definitely suspicious!”

“But Fumi-chan isn’t like thaaat~! There’s no way my friend would do such a thiiing~!”

Chiho, who hadn’t seen that scene, couldn’t believe her friend was involved.

She believed the scene we described, but insisted it was someone else. She wanted to believe in her friend, asserting that it couldn’t have been Tendoji-san.

She adamantly protested our plans to investigate Tendoji-san.

At this point, convincing Chiho was difficult.

However, Tendoji-san was undoubtedly the most suspicious person in our current situation.

We couldn’t just ignore this without investigating.

“Look, maybe Tendoji-san is being controlled by someone.”

“There’s no waaay someone could control Fumi-chaaan~! What are you sayiiing~?”

“What’s with this immense confidence in your friend’s mental fortitude? I mean, who is Tendoji-san anyway? She’s just a human being too.”

“A-chan underestimates Fumi-chan’s girl-power too muuuch~!”

Girl-power?

My brain’s internal Google timed out at this unfamiliar phrase.

Zero search hits. When I asked what she meant, Chiho stammered, “I can’t explain it wellll.”

I didn’t quite understand, but she seemed to trust her friend. I was touched by my adorable wife.

However, to me, our future was more important than their friendship.

I really wanted to investigate no matter what—

“Anywaaay~! If you’re going to investigate Fumi-chaaan! Then I’ll be your opponent! I absolutely won’t let you do thiiis~!”

“How should we convince her?”

But Chiho stubbornly refused.

What should we do?

It can’t be helped; this might be a bit underhanded, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“…Chiho. Can I ask you just one thing?”

“What is it, A-chaaan~?”

“I understand your consideration for Tendoji-san. But is it okay if protecting her means we might not be able to return to our original future? If you’re fine with that, I’ll respect your wishes as my wife this time.”

I asked Chiho, pleading, “Just answer that.”

I think that was a bit of an unfair way to put it. Not commanding or forcing, but asking her to think and decide for herself.

In this situation full of uncertainty, there’s no way she could definitively say everything would be fine.

No matter how carefree Chiho was, she couldn’t just say “yes” in this situation. As expected, Chiho made a very pained expression.

If I had insisted “Tell me,” she would have shaken her head; if I had directly asked “Can’t you say it?” she would have stubbornly said she couldn’t.

I’ve been with Chiho for a long time.

I know how to get my sulking, stubborn wife to be honest.

In cases like this, rather than asking her directly about specific matters, it was more effective to make her think and speak on her own.

Sure enough, Chiho sighed as if giving up.

“Fiiine, I got it, you can go ask heeer~.”

“…Thank you, Chiho.”

“But I’m not going with youuu~! You and Ikuna-chan go ask by yourselveees~! And don’t ask any unnecessary questiooons~!”

I nodded to her, saying I understood and promised.

And so, I finally obtained permission from my wife to investigate Tendoji-san.

Hmm.

“But if you’re worried, you should come with us.”

“There are different kinds of friendshiiip~, and things you can and cannot dooo~. You understand, A-chaaan?”

I don’t really understand.

I only know about male friendship, and female friendship probably works differently. I decided to leave it at that.

So, our lunchtime strategy meeting was concluded. We reached the conclusion that I would approach Tendoji-san when the time was right. We had less than half of the lunch break remaining.

My class’s next lesson was physical education. Girls had swimming while boys played baseball outside. How exhausting in this awful heat.

I had to change before class started, so there was no time to dawdle.

“A-chaaan, your next class is P.E., riiight~?”

“Leave this to us, Senpai, and head back to the classroom first.”

“Really? Thank you! I owe you one, so…”

My wife and junior were being kind. Come on, be like this more often.

They weren’t always thinking about how to sexually harass me. Sometimes they just help me normally like this. That made me a bit happy.

“Yeaah! We’ll clean up quickly and then go peeek~! At that tiiime~!”

“Senpai, you’re wearing the proper underwear under your shorts, right? No embarrassing moments allowed!”

“You two really get along well. Just like real sisters. Sexual harassment sisters.”

Give me back my emotional moment. Terrible, these sexual harassment sisters were terrible.

Both of them were terrible.

I’ve had enough.

What were these girls saying?

I shouted at them angrily before turning my back on them.

Honestly. Those two, even at times like this, they tease me. In the third-floor corridor right after descending the stairs. Suddenly, I stopped, wondering about the library preparation room—or rather, about Shino-san.

Did she manage to organize those printouts okay? Well, given the time, she’s probably already moved to the changing room, but—

“…That’s Shino-san for you.”

She came late to class in the first loop, didn’t she?

Ah, she was probably late because she was carrying prints to the club room.

Calculating from when she bumped into me, just moving around wouldn’t take that much time. She probably did something in the library preparation room afterward, causing her to be late.

If that’s the case, she’s likely to be late for the class after lunch break too.

That seems problematic. Though it’s not really my business.

“…Well, if she’s there, I’ll at least say something. Let me take a peek.”

A strange sense of kindness sprouted within me, probably due to the guilt of having caused her trouble. And also because she’d be our neighbor in the future.

In any case, my meddlesome nature stirred within me.

Moving to the front of the library preparation room without being noticed by Chiho and the others, I quietly listened at the door to gauge the situation inside.

Sounds, and multiple voices in conversation.

It seemed people were indeed inside.

But what were they discussing? It seemed more serious than casual chat.

“…Hmph. As always, radio weather forecasts have more comprehensible writing than this. How dare you plan to sell such terrible writing at a convention? You should go back and study Japanese from elementary school level.”

“Uuu, I’m sorry.”

“Enjoying writing is fine, but that alone won’t make you better. Pay more respect to your readers. Really, every time I’m forced to read these sloppy, unedited poor writings, I wonder if you’re serious about selling them. Consider my feelings as well.”

Oh?

What’s with this condescending editing from a big-shot writer?

I don’t know, but I can sense the oppressive atmosphere.

This hurts my heart somehow.

When you work in the corporate world, you write tons of documents, so you often get criticized about your writing ability. Even if you’re not a writer, your writing skills are often scrutinized. That’s tough.

What’s Going On Here?

“Could she be getting bullied? That’s Shino-san, right? Is she being mistreated?”

From the sound of her voice, there was no doubt. I couldn’t tell who was angry, but the one being scolded was definitely Shino-san.

But even so, why?

Wasn’t she the president of the literature club?

Why would the president, who should be the highest-ranking member, be receiving such harsh criticism?

And who would say such terrible things?

It was a mystery. A complete mystery. But this—

“I can’t just ignore this. But I’m an outsider. What should I do?”

What should I do? It was hard to decide.

Would it be right to burst into the room with a sense of justice? If both parties were okay with what was happening, it wasn’t really my place to interfere.

Hmm. I wanted to help Shino-san, but I couldn’t do anything.

“That’s it, for now, let me just check what’s going on.”

I had only heard their voices so far.

The exchange alone conveyed a bullying atmosphere, but maybe the reality was the opposite. Perhaps Shino-san was sitting arrogantly in a chair, and the person spewing insults—probably a woman—was rolling on the floor.

Though that would be like something out of a gag manga. In any case, I needed to check the situation inside the room.

I slowly, very slowly, placed my hand on the door of the preparation room and pulled sideways, applying force to the rubber part at the edge.

Indeed, the scene in the dimly lit library preparation room visible through the gap was—

“Look, more typos. Here, and here too. This is incorrect usage, and there are missing characters. Already ten mistakes on one page. Get it together. Are you writing more incorrect sentences than correct ones?”

“S-sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize. If you’re just going to apologize, I won’t do this for you anymore.”

“No! Please! Do it for me! Otherwise, otherwise I’ll—!”

“You’re hopeless. Showing me something so embarrassing.”

“No, don’t say that…”

“Then, shall I stop?”

“That’s not what I want either! Please, I’m begging you, do it for me!”

Involuntarily, I held my breath.

In the dark preparation room, the literature girl Yuri Shino, sitting on a folding chair, was being subjected to harsh words from a girl who was leaning against her, almost wrapping around her neck from behind.

Her face was flushed bright red, and sweat clung to her body, which was more voluptuous than Chiho’s and seemed out of place for her age. No, it wasn’t just sweat. Receiving even the breath of the girl who was hovering over her from behind, her body was heated and ripe.

The aching of her body made her fingertips tremble.

She was probably the type who wrote by hand. Her fingertips, calloused with pen marks, that spun stories, traced over something important while trembling, and she wore an expression of ecstasy.

Seeing this, the girl behind her said, “Why are you trying to make it easy just for yourself?” and intertwined her own fingers with hers.

What was this!

This was so—!

How erotic and immoral—!

“P-please let me delete this paragraph! Please let me delete the whole thing!”

“If you delete this, it’ll become even more incomprehensible! Why do you always try to take the easy way out? Suffer more!”

“I’m already suffering too much, I’m exhausted! This is my second all-nighter!”

“It’s worse that this is the quality after two all-nighters! Really, I don’t understand why you try to create when you have no talent! There are many other things you could do!”

“Uuu, that’s cruel, so cruel, Tendoji-san. Please be kinder to me.”

“It’s your fault for writing such terrible sentences! I won’t edit them anymore!”

“Nooo! Don’t stooop! You’re the only one who reads my work! Pleaaase! I’ll do anything, anything, so please give me your edits and feedback!”

“If you say you’ll do anything, start by writing proper sentences! Shino-san!”

Yeah.

“What! Erotic! Editing!”

They were editing.

In the dark clubroom-cum-library preparation room of the literature club, they were engaged in extremely erotic editing.

The extreme eroticism made me involuntarily cry out.

I was shouting, forgetting I was peeking. Because who could imagine they’d be doing one-on-one editing after all that suggestive dialogue?

Anyone would have shouted.

Even I shouted. It couldn’t be helped.

And if you raise your voice, it’s inevitable they’ll notice.

“Who’s there!”

An intense intimidation that seemed like it could kill with voice alone. With such a shout, the golden-haired maiden who had been standing behind Shino-san glared at me.

There was no doubt, that blonde hair, that white skin.

And—the name written on the nameplate on the front of the navy school swimsuit was—Tendoji.

The girl in a school swimsuit behind Shino-san was Tendoji-san.

Yes, yeah, that’s right.

Yeah.

“Why a school swimsuit?! What’s going on?!”

“Eeh! Ugh, you’re so noisy! Shino-san, I’m borrowing this!”

“Ah, Tendoji-san! That dictionary can kill people!”

Flying toward me was a thick, thick Japanese dictionary. The character for “wide” suited it well, and similarly, when it collided with my wide forehead, it caused a concussion in my brain with just one blow.

Impressive!

Thinking such thoughts, my consciousness faded away!

Dad, Mom, Chiho, I’m sorry.

I never imagined a life where I’d die from being hit on the head with a dictionary by a girl in a school swimsuit.

Sorry for such an embarrassing way to die.

Though I’ll probably just faint.

But if I do die embarrassingly, please just pretend not to know me.

It was not a death I could proudly show to everyone.

Sob sob.