I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls

To put it plainly, the visitor was Aiji-kun.

He had been out at karaoke, but it seemed he had to head home early because a friend with him wasn’t feeling well.

I was relieved it wasn’t Tsukimiya-san.

But still, my predicament remained unchanged.

I am hiding in a corner of the double-doored closet in the Western-style room.

If I were found out, it wouldn’t end simply.

After all, I am trespassing.

Peeking through a slight opening, I watch the room.

Aiji-kun is lying on the couch, fiddling with his smartphone.

Trying to sneak out is difficult, especially since this is a studio apartment. Leaving unnoticed would be quite the challenge even for someone as unobtrusive as me.

If only he would go out, I could take that chance to escape…

But currently, there’s no sign that Aiji-kun intends to leave.

He’s settled in indoors. I can’t help but feel a sense of kinship.

As time goes by, Aiji-kun starts to eat dinner.

His meal includes supermarket side dishes, freshly cooked white rice, instant miso soup, and natto.

He’s watching YouTube videos on the TV.

The top recommendations include channels Aiji-kun usually watches, along with similar videos.

Games, anime, VTuber streams and clips, and comedy shows exist.

I always think this, but YouTube’s recommended section blatantly reflects someone’s tastes.

Showing it to someone else feels as embarrassing as showing them your behind.

At least, I would never want mine to be seen.

But now, I’m metaphorically looking at Aiji-kun’s behind…

Despite knowing it’s wrong, I’m thrilled by the guilt and the satisfaction of learning more about Aiji-kun.

I continue to look for a chance to escape while sharing Aiji-kun’s dinner time and, metaphorically, his behind, but the opportunity never comes.

After a while, Aiji-kun receives a call.

He switches to speakerphone to talk.

I recognize the voice on the other end.

It sounds like Yokawa-san, a classmate.

They do work the same shifts at their part-time job, after all.

But what’s notable is the duration of the call.

One hour, two hours, three hours pass, and they’re still talking.

What could they possibly have to discuss for so long?

At one point, Aiji-kun mentions he’s going to take a bath and doesn’t end the call but heads to the bathroom with the speakerphone still on at Yokawa-san’s request.

She seemed not to want the call to end at all.

If I tried to leave while Aiji-kun was bathing, Yokawa-san might inadvertently hear me through the speaker.

I couldn’t risk even the slightest chance of being detected.

In the end, I couldn’t make a move.

After getting out of the bath, Aiji-kun was on the phone with Hikawa-san again.

Even so, listening to Aiji-kun happily talking with Hikawa-san right before me, something wells up in my chest.

I like seeing the person I like enjoying themselves with someone I could never compete with.

Hikawa-san can talk directly with Aiji-kun through the phone, but I can only secretly watch their interaction from the dimly lit closet.

Faced with my insignificance, despair fills me, yet strangely, there’s also a sweet pleasure in it.

It was during such a secretly thrilled moment.

…He’s coming this way.

Aiji-kun got up from the bed and approached the closet. The door was flung open.

“This is…”

It’s over—I instinctively closed my eyes.

“Good. I found the summer pajamas I bought from my parents’ house. It’s starting to get too warm for long sleeves.”

Holding the short-sleeve pajamas he took out of the closet, Aiji-kun closed the closet door and returned to bed.

…I was saved.

The fact that only one side of the door was opened, combined with my naturally inconspicuous nature and short stature, prevented Aiji-kun from noticing me. I sighed in relief internally.

If I had been discovered…

Aiji-kun would change how he interacts with me. The relationship we’ve built up would be completely gone.

To be looked at by the person I adore with the disdain one might give a bug.

Just imagining it—

Huh? I suddenly feel a chill.

The moment of losing everything.

What kind of sense of loss would await there?

Just thinking about it makes my body heat up.

Afterward, the call between Aiji-kun and Hikawa-san continued late into the night, and before I knew it, I had spent the night in the closet.

The next morning.

After Aiji-kun left for school, I sneaked out of the room and went to school as if nothing had happened.

Spying on Aiji-kun’s life, I revel in my worst self.