I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 25: The Bento Lunch

That day, I turned down the confessions from Tsukimiya-san and Yokawa-san.

Yet, neither of them seemed ready to give up.

For now, things were still calm.

But I had no idea when their emotions might explode.

The affection they harbored, once it flips, could turn into sharp hostility.

Looking at celebrities made this clear.

A less popular celebrity might survive a scandal with minor damage, but the fallout could be devastating for those loved for their likability.

In other words, I needed to lower Tsukimiya-san and Yokawa-san’s favorable impressions of me.

If successful, they might cool off and back off without causing any conflict.

The challenge was how to lower their impressions.

Straight-up insults were out of the question.

Directly provoking them would only lead to a bad ending. They needed to lose interest based on my behavior.

Maybe I should eat dog poop in front of them?

No, that’s going too far.

It would tank their impression of me, and if word got out to the rest of the class, my school life would be over.

So, I decided to start my plan to lower their good impressions immediately.

One day, I invited Tsukimiya-san to have lunch with me.

“Sure, I’d love to,” she readily agreed.

The next day, we sat on a bench in the courtyard during lunch break.

As I was about to take out the deli bread I bought from the school store, Tsukimiya-san offered me her bento box.

“I made lunch for you, too.”

A homemade bento.

“You always eat deli bread, right? I thought that might lead to an unbalanced diet. I hope you like it.”

She seemed concerned about my health.

Hesitantly, I opened the lid.

Paradise unfolded before me.

Omurice, fried chicken, boiled broccoli, a colorful vegetable salad, sesame spinach, and cherry tomatoes.

This was a dazzling, nutritious meal compared to my usual monochrome deli bread.

And it was all my favorite food.

I don’t recall telling Tsukimiya-san my preferences, a thought so unsettling I banished it from my mind.

“Then, let’s eat.”

I began eating, starting with the omurice.

“It’s incredibly delicious…!”

Even cold, the chicken rice wasn’t mushy, and the eggs were fluffy.

“Fufu. I’m glad you like it,” Tsukimiya-san said, smiling happily.

“The effort of waking up early to make it was worth it.”

“When did you wake up?”

“Um, around three?”

“That’s still night, not morning.”

The other dishes were just as delicious.

I had wondered if Tsukimiya-san’s only flaw might be bad cooking, but that was not the case.

“If you’d like, I can make this every day. It’s no trouble since I’m making one for myself anyway.”

This was bad.

It was not an excellent taste, but if I got used to Tsukimiya-san’s bento, I could never return to deli bread for lunch.

Unable to resist, I accepted her offer.

“If you’re okay with it, then please.”

“Fufu. Then, I’ll put extra effort into it every day.”

Tsukimiya-san flexed her arm in a muscle-showing gesture.

Cute.

The occasional childlike actions from a usually serene girl could be heartwarming.

But, this was turning into an event that would only bring us closer.

I needed to make Tsukimiya-san lose interest and lower her good impression of me.

I had a plan for that.

I launched my secret weapon while eating the fried chicken from Tsukimiya-san’s bento.

Chewing loudly.

I chewed with my mouth open, making loud noises, a universally despised habit that could instantly kill any attraction.

Or so I thought.

Tsukimiya-san watched me, entranced.

“Um, Tsukimiya-san? Aren’t you put off? I’m eating in an unrefined way.”

“Not at all. I’m happy.”

“Happy?”

“Just thinking about my food mixing with your saliva… It feels like we’re blending. It’s exciting.”

I was taken aback.

Was Tsukimiya-san into such… bold themes? Despite her refined appearance, was her mind more on the colorful side?

I couldn’t let things continue like this.

I tried another tactic, drinking from a bottle in an uncouth manner, hoping this would finally repel her.

But Tsukimiya-san just smiled, calling it cute.

My plan failed. Far from losing interest, she seemed even more charmed by me.