I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 32: A Visit to Usuki-san

Shortly after Yokawa-san left for her part-time job, Tsukimiya-san returned, almost as if replacing her, and took care of me until the arrival of night.

For dinner, she made my rice porridge.

It contained ginger and melted egg.

“Here, Aiji-kun, say ‘ahh.'”

She offered me a spoonful of porridge.

“I appreciate that you made this,”

I prefaced before speaking.

“But I can eat on my own.”

“You shouldn’t push yourself when you’re not feeling well. Your fever might go up again, you know?”

“If eating porridge myself is considered overdoing it, then breathing might as well be, too…”

“Ah, you might be right there.”

She seemed to understand.

“Then, how about I handle all your breathing for you?”

What!?

“Excuse me for asking, but how?”

“By connecting my mouth to yours, like artificial respiration. I’ll continuously breathe oxygen into you.”

She started saying something outrageous!

Breathing through Tsukimiya-san meant being in a constant state of kissing.

“No, I think I can breathe just fine!”

“So, eating porridge is difficult for you, then.”

Tsukimiya-san said with a bright smile.

I had fallen into her trap.

By suggesting an extreme measure, she made me naturally accept the original proposal—letting her feed me the porridge.

An exceedingly advanced technique of persuasion.

I was no match for it.

“Hehe. If Aiji-kun were a little weaker, I would do everything for you, from breathing to feeding you porridge and water.”

It made me want to recover as soon as possible.

By the way, the porridge was delicious.

The melted egg made it smooth, and the ginger warmed my body.

As I enjoyed the porridge she offered, Tsukimiya-san watched ecstatically.

Later, as the night came and my condition stabilized, Tsukimiya-san went home.

“Contact me immediately if anything happens. I’ll come flying over.”

Leaving me with those words.

I believe she really would come flying if I called.

I also received a message from Yokawa-san after her shift.

“Are you feeling okay?”

When I replied, “I’m fine. Thank you,” it was read immediately.

“That’s good! Take it easy and rest!”

Then, she sent a cute, deformed penguin sticker saying, “Get well soon.”

Normally, we would talk on the phone around this time, but considering my condition, she didn’t call today.

Despite being somewhat possessive, Yokawa-san is fundamentally a considerate and good person.

It reminded me of that.

Feeling uncomfortable from the night sweats, I got up to shower. While I felt refreshed, my fever rose again afterward.

The fever, subdued during the day, came back with a vengeance.

As the fever rose, I felt a profound loneliness with no one around.

It was tough and exhausting. Being alone in this state felt incredibly daunting.

I found myself reaching for my smartphone.

If I had contacted Tsukimiya-san, she would surely have come over. She would take care of me, perhaps even hold my hand like she did during the day.

Just that thought alone could dispel my sense of loneliness.

—No, no, that won’t do! Doing so would make it irreversible! With no way out, I’d fully sink into the quagmire that Tsukimiya-san represents!

I stopped myself at the last moment and refrained from contacting her.

That was close.

I was almost a step away from making a life-altering mistake.

As time passed, my fever continued to rise.

It must have been obvious how much I was suffering.

The closet door slowly creaked open, and a black-haired girl in a school uniform silently crept out, shadow-like, making no sound.

—Usuki-san, you were here today, too.

I was no longer surprised by her hiding in the closet. Surprisingly, I had grown accustomed to it.

Usuki-san walked towards the hallway.

—Is she leaving? Or maybe going to the bathroom?

It was neither.

After the sound of running water, Usuki-san returned to the room and approached my bed hesitantly.

—What is she planning to do…?

Pretending not to notice, I squinted and braced myself as Usuki-san reached out her hands stealthily.

The next moment.

A cold sensation covered my forehead.

—Is this… a towel?

Seemingly realizing my condition had worsened, Usuki-san had placed a wet towel on my forehead.

Her thoughtfulness was appreciated—however, there was one problem.

The towel was hardly wrung out at all.

The towel on my forehead was drenched, dripping water all over my face.

She probably tried to wring it out, but it wasn’t enough.

Usuki-san, your grip strength is far too weak…!

Also, didn’t she worry that placing a wet towel on my forehead would reveal her presence in what was supposed to be an empty room?

It’s fine since I knew she was there and pretended not to, but shouldn’t she be more cautious?

After placing the wet towel on my forehead, Usuki-san sat on a chair near the bed and began reading a book, murmuring its contents.

Could it be that she’s trying to read to me?

But why now?

Is this like reading a bedtime story to put a child to sleep?

Is she trying to relax me by reading aloud calmly to help me sleep comfortably?

That would be appreciated.

—However.

“…The giant old woman’s stone axe plunged into the man’s brain. Splattered brain matter stuck firmly to the room’s walls…”

I wish she’d stop reading a gruesome horror novel.

I like horror and would normally enjoy reading it, but it’s not suitable for inducing sleep. I’d prefer something more comforting.

However.

I could tell Usuki-san was trying her best for me.

She was willing to risk revealing her presence and causing a commotion to help me in my suffering. I couldn’t feel bad about that.

Her awkwardness, though misguided, came full circle and became endearing.

Afterward, I was lured into sleep.

I didn’t have the usual nightmares.

Instead, influenced by the horror novel Usuki-san was reading, I had a gruesome dream.

It was a toss-up between different kinds of nightmares.