I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 1: First Day of Transfer

I’m Aiji Yuto, a completely ordinary second-year high school student.

I’m average in terms of appearance and athletic ability; my academic skills are slightly above average. I have just a few more friends than I can count on one hand, and that’s not to say I have a few close friends; rather, it’s a shallow and narrow circle.

When asked who I resemble among celebrities, the names I usually get are either actors who play good supporting roles or straight men in comedy duos. The only person who ever said I looked like Kentaro Sakaguchi was my mother, but mentioning that outside would get laughs of disbelief or a middle finger from his fans. At worst, I might even get stabbed.

And yet, I, an utterly featureless high school student, had one unique trait. Or it could be called a curse.

Weird girls have always liked me.

“Weird” might be a vague description. More accurately, it would be girls who are mentally disturbed. I’m not popular with normal girls at all, but I have an uncanny appeal to troubled girls—those with abnormal obsessions or affections.

It happened during my first year of high school.

I got along with a girl who sat behind me. At first, it was good. We enjoyed talking.

But as we got closer, her true nature began to show.

Her negative comments increased daily, and she started spewing self-deprecating lines and demanding comforting words. Her hysteria became more apparent, exploding into paranoia whenever I spoke with other girls.

She turned out to be a real monster.

In hindsight, I should have recognized the red flags from the start. Her phone screen was shattered, she had a bunch of Sanrio’s Kuromi charms on her bag, drank pink Monster Energy with a straw, and wore black monotone clothes, typical of “landmine” fashion.

I had yet to have a girlfriend equal to my age, and maybe I was too excited about starting a new life, so my vision was clouded.

As a result, I ended up getting stabbed.

In the stomach.

It was a deep cut.

Covered in blood, I was rushed to the hospital, hovered between life and death, and eventually survived without any lasting effects. But I couldn’t stay at that school anymore.

So, in the spring of my second year, I transferred to a high school in a different district.

I passed the transfer exam and joined a new class at the start of the new term. The students in my class had been familiar with each other since the first year, but I was a stranger to them all.

When the homeroom teacher finished speaking, it was time for self-introductions. As my name, Aiji, suggested, I was among the first in the roll call.

Standing up, I faced everyone.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Aiji Yuto. I transferred to this school this year.”

“Yuto was attending a high school in the neighboring prefecture,” added Ukita Sensei, our homeroom teacher. It’s her second year teaching. She looks young for her age, with short hair.

The other students murmured with mild surprise. They had yet to hear that a transfer student was joining.

“Everyone, please help Yuto get accustomed to our school,” she said.

A lively student replied with a “Sure!” The class accepted me.

“Now, let’s continue with the introductions.”

Perhaps sensing my nervousness, she tried to ease it.

She’s a good teacher.

Thanks to her, I was able to speak smoothly.

I briefly mentioned my likes and hobbies, avoiding unnecessary details. Trying to be funny in an introduction can lead to irreversible accidents. It’s best to keep it safe.

Having said what I wanted to, I was about to sit down when Ukita Sensei asked a surprising question.

“Where’s the punchline?”

“Pardon?”

“Your introduction didn’t have a punchline, did it?”

A punchline?

Ukita Sensei smiled at me.

“Always end your story with something funny.”

At that moment, a shiver ran down everyone’s spine. Ukita Sensei had mentioned she was from Kansai, where they often look for a punchline in everything.

But refusing could ruin the mood. Desperately, I tried to think of something amusing.

“I may be ordinary, but there’s one unusual thing about me.”

“Oh, good. And what’s that?”

“Strange people have always liked me. Because of that, I got stabbed in the stomach. That’s why I transferred to this school.”

I tried to lighten the story of my stabbing, but the students recoiled.

Was it the harshness of the episode or the thought I made it up for laughs?

Either way, an awkward silence followed.

I forced a laugh, which was eventually joined by others. Probably someone trying to break the ice or fearing the same fate in their introductions.

Nevertheless, I was relieved. If I had completely bombed, my first day could have been disastrous.

After my introduction, Ukita Sensei commented, “When telling an episode, it would be better with more immediacy. It would be more effective if you build up to your interesting story about getting stabbed.”

To think of my stabbing as an interesting story… She’s too much like a comedian.

Ukita Sensei moved on, “Alright, let’s continue.”

The next student, sitting behind me, gasped.

Due to Ukita Sensei’s challenging requests, many students needed help. As each one stumbled, a strange bond formed among us, united against a common adversary.

Regardless, the introductions ended, and my new school life began.

After being stabbed, I learned my lesson. I decided not to get involved with disturbed girls anymore. Life is precious. Even multiple lives wouldn’t be enough if I kept mingling with dangerous girls. From now on, I’ll only associate with sane people.

This time, I’m determined to live a peaceful high school life.