I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 15: The Person on the Phone (Tsukimiya Shiika PoV)

As I, Tsukimiya Shiika, stood up from my seat, my classmates called out to me.

“Shiika, do you want to hang out?”

“Sorry, I have things to do today.”

“Oh, I see. You’re busy, huh?”

After apologizing once more, I quickly head home.

I don’t have time to be distracted by trivial things. There are things that I must prioritize above all else.

Since that incident, Fujisawa Sensei has been on leave.

I wonder if my protest affected him.

But that means he understood.

He must be deeply reflecting on the mistake he made.

I won’t allow anyone to mock Aiji-kun.

That would be a declaration of war against me.

No one shall harm him.

When I got home, I shut myself in my room on the second floor. After placing my school bag in a basket, I sit in front of my laptop.

It’s time to edit Aiji-kun’s voice recordings.

Today’s task: editing out my parts of our conversations, leaving only what Aiji-kun said.

“Science experiments in class always end up just like in the textbooks. There’s no fun in that.”

“The café Tsukimiya-san recommended was great. It was so relaxing, and I got much reading done.”

“Tsukimiya-san seems to know everything.”

Ah…

Hearing Aiji-kun affirm me.

It almost brings me to a climax.

I play his voice endlessly, recalling our conversations and trapping myself in those sweet memories.

Aiji-kun’s voice travels from my eardrums to my brain, coursing through my body. It feels like his voice is caressing me all over.

With editing, I could make Aiji-kun whisper sweet nothings. Things he never said.

But I don’t.

I wouldn’t dare taint his dignity.

I love Aiji-kun. If he asked me to die, I would do it immediately if it brought him happiness. I would depart with a smile.

Immersed in editing, night falls. After dinner with my family, I tell them I’m going for a walk and leave the house.

I walk through the quiet neighborhood and eventually reach an apartment.

It’s Aiji-kun’s place.

After learning he lives alone from our casual conversations at school, I secretly followed him and discovered where he lives.

Reaching his second-floor corner apartment, I hide in a shadow and activate the receiver I brought.

I listen to the sounds from his room.

I broke in once when he wasn’t there and planted a bug. I found a spare key hidden behind a water pipe in the hallway.

The bug, disguised as a plug, is undetectable.

I’m sorry, Aiji-kun.

But I love you.

Through the receiver, I hear his life unfold: footsteps, eating, the sound of the TV or smartphone.

It feels like I’m living with him.

Soon, I hear voices.

Aiji-kun lives alone, so it must be a phone call. The tone is intimate.

Who could it be?

I can’t make out the caller’s words, but it seems like Aiji-kun is mostly listening.

If it’s a guy, it’s fine. But what if it’s a girl?

The call has been going on for over five hours, discussing school, work, and music.

When Aiji-kun tries to end the call, the other person finds reasons to prolong it.

It’s getting late. This could affect Aiji-kun’s rest.

I strain to identify the caller, but it’s hard to catch.

Just as I’m about to leave:

“Yokawa-san must be tired too…”

—What?

I freeze.

Did Aiji-kun just call the person on the phone, Hina Yokawa?

Recalling a past conversation, Hina recently started working at a convenience store.

And Aiji-kun works part-time, too.

At a convenience store.

Listening to their conversation, they work at the same place.

Hina once told me during lunch that she had a crush on someone from work.

She doesn’t usually talk on the phone with boys like that.

So…

“…I see. That’s how it is.”

Pieces come together, forming an answer.

It seems.

We both love the same person.