I Was Unreasonably Dumped By My Girlfriend And Had My Heart Broken. When I Rescued A Beautiful Girl Who Was My Former Classmate And Idol In My Class From A Group Of Yarisa, My Gray College Life Started To Shine - Chapter 22
Episode 22: An Intruder in a House Where Beautiful Girl’s Live Alone?
On the night when it was decided that I would pair up with Aoba for bowling, I sat seiza-style on my bed, gazing at the notification screen of my smartphone. It was already past midnight.
Tomorrow, I have classes starting from the first period, so it’s undoubtedly better to sleep early. However, in this state, I can’t find peace even if I lay down on my bed.
The reason for that is due to the absurd message I received just now. It came as abruptly as a sudden summer downpour.
“How have you been lately? Are you okay?”
The sender wasn’t a spam account nor a friend I’ve been distant with recently. It was a message from my ex-girlfriend, Asuka, whom I had been dating until this spring.
The one-sided block I had put up seems to have been removed somehow.
“…What’s her deal, suddenly?”
Should I reply or not? I thought about it without marking it as read.
She’s the one who forcefully dumped me, yet she’s sending me a message like this. Unless there’s a significant reason, it’s unthinkable.
And undoubtedly, it’s the same as the complaints I saw on her social media during the day.
In short, the reason would likely be that she was dumped by that flashy-looking guy I saw.
Perhaps she suddenly felt lonely.
…It’s too selfish a story.
I’ve just started to crawl out of the abyss, and now she suddenly wants to cling back.
Ordinarily, there’s no reason to reply.
Considering how one-sidedly she ended our relationship, it should be permissible for me to ignore her.
I sigh heavily, feeling the dark emotions welling up, and close my smartphone once.
But not replying doesn’t mean I feel no guilt.
In the end, I can’t help but be curious. That’s just my nature.
So, I pick up my phone again and stare at the message notification.
Then, suddenly, the ringtone rings.
I jump in surprise and accidentally throw my phone onto the floor.
Could it be that Asuka is calling…? If so, what should I do? Whether I answer or not, what should I say?
Swallowing hard, I rack my brains as much as I can, but when I finally look at the screen, what’s displayed is the name “Hikari Aoba★”.
I let out a sigh, for who knows how many times.
Relieved, but still, I answered the call.
Come to think of it, this is the first time I’m talking on the phone with Aoba…
“Help me, Nagami-kun!!!”
With her first words, a scream mixed with a piercing wail hits my ears.
Her voice is trembling, conveying a sense of urgency. It’s clear she’s in a dire situation.
“What’s wrong!? Where are you right now!?”
Could she have fallen into trouble with some strange people again?
As the scene of that dreadful drinking party flashes through my mind, I anxiously inquire, to which she replies, still trembling, “I’m at home.”
“But, there’s an intruder!”
That’s an utterly unbelievable story.
After being served alcohol at a drinking party, the next incident is a home invasion?
“What!? What are you doing!?”
“I ran into the closet! But it might be too late! It’s getting closer to me! Aaah…”
“Hiding in the closet doesn’t make sense if you’re going to scream like that! Keep your voice down and hide, although it’s already pointless!”
“But…! Scary things are scary! Because… because… it’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coooming!!”
What kind of situation is this?
I have no idea, but if it’s an emergency, it’s not unreasonable.
Grasping my phone with its ear-piercing wails, I rushed to the entrance and hurriedly put on my shoes. I didn’t know her exact address since I didn’t have my phone when I dropped her home last time.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t just sit still.
“Hey, Aoba! I’m coming there right now—”
As I step outside and lock the door, just as I’m about to say that—
“It’s coming in!!! Stop it, go away~! I hate G (gokiburi, cockroach), the black devil, aaaaah!!!”
I learned the truth behind the screams.
…Yeah, well, I guess so.
Such a development crossed my mind, too.
“That’s good.”
“No, it’s not good!!!!”