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

The strategy to disgust her with sloppy eating and chugging failed miserably.

I’ve only recently realized this, but Tsukimiya-san seems to have a soft spot for flawed individuals.

When I forget my homework or fail to take notes because I fell asleep, she lends hers to me with a reluctant “Can’t be helped,” yet seems happy to do so.

Once, when I mentioned blowing all my part-time job money on a mobile game, gacha, she looked at me with disbelief but still offered, “Do you need some money? I can lend you some.”

Even the sloppy eating and chugging from before, actions that would normally repel someone, she embraced positively.

Perhaps from Tsukimiya-san’s perspective, someone who does everything perfectly, my imperfections—my flawed human aspects—trigger her maternal instincts.

From this, a new strategy emerged.

If Tsukimiya-san loves such flawed aspects of me, then acting perfectly might make her lose interest.

So, I decided to put this theory into practice right away.

During the break at the end of our World History class.

Tsukimiya-san, sitting behind me, tapped my back with the end of her mechanical pencil to get my attention.

“Aiji-kun, did you manage to take good notes?”

World History with Sekimachi-sensei is notoriously dull.

Today, like usual, most students succumbed to sleepiness as soon as the class began. Normally, I would be no exception, but…

“I got them all.”

I was about to give in to sleepiness about five minutes in—but I endured.

Whenever I felt sleepy, I’d poke the back of my hand with the sharp lead to keep the sleep at bay.

“Really? That’s unusual.”

“I can’t always be depending on Tsukimiya-san.”

As I said, Tsukimiya-san expressed her admiration with a “That’s impressive,” yet her expression seemed somewhat unsatisfied.

“What about your homework? There was a translation for the next English class, right?”

“Here it is.”

I showed her my English notebook, filled with the translated text.

I had completed my homework as well.

“Aiji-kun, what’s gotten into you? You usually don’t take notes or do your homework.”

“I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf.”

“Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard? You can rely on me more.”

Tsukimiya-san placed her hand on her chest, pleading.

“I’m happiest when I can help you, Aiji-kun. I’ll share my notes with you, and I can lend you money whenever you need.”

“No, I appreciate the thought, but…”

After this preamble, I continued.

“If I rely on that too much, I might end up unable to do anything without Tsukimiya-san.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Huh?”

“I can’t live without Aiji-kun, and Aiji-kun can’t live without me. I think that’s a very happy relationship.”

Tsukimiya whispered with an enraptured, melting expression, “I seem to idealize a deep co-dependency.”

If that becomes reality, my life would be trapped by Tsukimiya, and I would be unable to escape. I must divert Tsukimiya’s attention before it’s too late.

As I steeled my resolve, words sharp as a cold blade interjected.

“Could it be that someone has been whispering in your ear?”

“Eh?”

“Aiji-kun, you’re acting different than usual. Has someone been filling your head with strange ideas?”

Tsukimiya peered into my eyes.

“Who might it be? Hina? Or someone else?”

Her gaze was cold, devoid of warmth.

Scary.

It felt like being a frog under a snake’s glare.

“It’s nothing like that,” I replied, trying not to show my agitation.

“I see. Then it’s fine.”

Relief washed over me.

She had sheathed her sword for now. It would be trouble if it spread to Yokawa-san or the other girls.

“Hey,” I ventured.

“Hmm?”

“Tsukimiya, you like me, right?”

“That’s right.”

“What if I did something? Would you come to hate me?”

“Ha, what’s with that question?”

Tsukimiya chuckled, then firmly declared, “No matter what you do, I won’t come to hate you.”

“Even if I can’t return your feelings?”

“Yes. Even if Aiji-kun came to despise me, I think I would continue to like you.”

“What if, hypothetically, I committed a murder?”

“Then, I’d help you hide the body. We’d run away together, and if it came to it, I’d even die with you.”

Tsukimiya casually mentioned something dangerous: “Even if the whole world turned against you and became your enemy, I alone would continue to like you.”

Her words carried no deception.

Tsukimiya’s affection for me was unwavering.

No superficial strategy could shake it.

Her words had increased my affection for her. My plan had ultimately failed.

“By the way, have you rearranged your room lately?”

“Rearranged? No.”

“I haven’t touched it.”

“Then, has anyone visited your room?”

“No one. I’ve never let anyone else in.”

Though there was one person secretly living in my closet, I couldn’t possibly tell Tsukimiya that.

“Hmm, I see…”

Tsukimiya murmured, lost in thought.