I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 2: The Unattainable Flower

Two months had passed since the start of my new life.

Initially, I was anxious about how things would turn out, but somehow, I managed to get by without any major issues. I even made a few friends who I could call close.

I didn’t feel out of place in class, and everything went smoothly.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

The chime signaling the start of the break rang, and the rhythmic tapping of the chalk on the blackboard ceased.

“Okay, that’s all for today.”

When the teacher responsible for world history spoke, my drowsy awareness finally began to return.

After a quick stand and bow, the teacher opened the classroom door and stepped out into the corridor, filling the entire room with a sense of liberation.

“Good morning, Aiji-kun. You seemed to be enjoying your nap.”

While I was stretching and yawning, a female student approached my seat.

With a graceful smile, she was Tsukimiya Shiika, the class president. Her long, lustrous black hair seemed to capture the essence of a clear winter night, and her features were so perfectly arranged they seemed favored by the gods.

Her style was impeccable, and every move she made was refined. She epitomized beauty and brains, a flower on the highest peak.

Every student she passed by would stop and stare when she walked through the school, making everyone else seem like mere background characters.

Tsukimiya-san and I were like the moon and a mudfish – beings that should never cross paths. Yet, for some reason, she, a standout, was talking to me, a nobody.

“It would be better for you to get accustomed to school, Aiji-kun. As class representatives, we’ll have more opportunities to interact with everyone.”

Tsukimiya-san raises her index finger and gently admonishes me.

That’s right – I was a class representative, just like her. The female class representative was Tsukimiya-san, and the male one was me.

I should clarify that I do not volunteer for such roles. I prefer to avoid positions of responsibility. However, it was Tsukimiya-san, who had already been appointed, who recommended me for the male-class representative role.

“To help you get used to school life, I think it would be better this way. Being a class representative will give you more opportunities to interact with everyone.”

She seemed to be worried about me, a newcomer.

Her influence in the class was tremendous. If Tsukimiya-san said something was black, it was black; if she said it was white, it was white. She was held in such high regard that if she suggested something as absurd as “To strengthen our spirit, shall we take classes in an air chair position from tomorrow?” it would probably be accepted. That’s how incredible she was.

“I say it’s because Sekimachi Sensei’s class puts me to sleep.”

Sekimachi Sensei, the World History teacher, is famous for his sleep-inducing lessons.

A drawn-out voice. Monotonous content that’s just reading the textbook. The metronome-like regular sound of chalk on the blackboard.

All of it harmonizes to lure you into the deepest sleep.

There’s no resisting it with a body tired from the physical education class. About half, or maybe seventy percent of the class, had fallen prey to sleep.

“I’m more puzzled about how Tsukimiya-san can stay awake. Especially after sprinting ahead in the long-distance running during gym class.”

She had been running solo, far ahead of the others.

“Hehe. Even if I’m tired, I don’t get sleepy if I’m concentrating, you know?”

“Your engine is on a different level. If the other students are like compact cars, Tsukimiya-san, you’re like a large truck. There’s no comparison.”

“Hmm. Being compared to a large truck doesn’t make me happy as a girl,” Tsukimiya-san says, touching her cheek and looking troubled.

“I’d rather be compared to a cuter vehicle.”

“Then, how about one of those trucks that advertise high-paying job websites in the city?”

“That makes me even less happy.”

Tsukimiya-san laughed wryly, then commented that I must find those cute, reflecting my values.

“If I’m a large truck, what does that make Aiji-kun?”

“I’m a bicycle.”

“So, you don’t even have an engine, huh?”

Tsukimiya-san laughs, seemingly in disbelief.

“That’s why you end up rowing a boat during class. You yawned fifteen times, and your eyelids were closed for forty out of forty-five minutes.”

“I slept that much…”

“You did sleep that much.”

“I want credit for the five minutes I was awake.”

“Aren’t you too lenient on yourself?”

“Besides, Tsukimiya-san, you’re paying too much attention to me.”

“Eh?”

Tsukimiya-san’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Is that so?”

“To notice I slept for forty minutes out of forty-five, you’d have to be watching me the whole class.”

“I wasn’t watching you the whole time. You just happened to be in my field of vision…”

“But your seat is next to mine by the window. If you’re looking at the blackboard, you shouldn’t be able to see me, right?”

“Well, I have a wide field of vision. I can see both the blackboard and Aiji-kun at the same time. I can see up to three hundred degrees if I try hard.”

“Like some kind of herbivore.”

A zebra in a past life?

Well, she probably wasn’t watching me the whole time. There’s no reason for her to do something like that.

Tsukimiya-san, as if trying to smooth things over, offered something to me.

“Yes. Here you go.”

“A notebook?”

“You slept through the entire class earlier, so you couldn’t have taken proper notes, right? Today’s content seemed likely to be on the test.”

“Is that okay?”

“If the class representative gets a failing grade, it would be embarrassing for me too.”

“Thank you. This helps a lot,” I said, bowing my head.

When I opened the notebook, the blackboard’s content was clearly and clearly summarized.

Important parts were highlighted with colorful markers, and cute rabbit characters were drawn by Tsukimiya-san, providing annotations.

It seemed as though it was prepared to show it to someone from the start.

“…It would have been better if you weren’t sitting next to me but behind me,” Tsukimiya-san muttered softly.

“That way, I could wake Aiji-kun when he’s dozing off.”

“I appreciate the thought, but why are you holding a compass? You’re not planning to prick my back with it to wake me up, are you?”

“One must experience pain for proper discipline.”

Tsukimiya-san smiled broadly.

Of course, it was probably a joke.

She—Tsukimiya Shiika—is one of the friends I’ve made since she transferred here.

I’ve always had a knack for attracting troubled girls. However, there’s no need to worry about that with Tsukimiya-san.

She epitomizes grace and intelligence and is a high achiever in arts and athletics. She is kind to everyone and always calm; I’ve never seen her lose her temper.

There’s probably no one more sensible than Tsukimiya-san.