I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 36: Jamming

During the break. 

Tsukimiya-san was away from her seat, and it just so happened that I found myself alone.

“…Aiji-kun, may I have a moment of your time?”

A female student, her hair a striking white reminiscent of silkworm cocoons, approached me.

There was something familiar about her, with her pale, bleached-looking appearance.

“Um, you are…?”

“Kageyama Fumika. From the class next door. You helped me when I was fainting from anemia before… Do you remember?”

I did remember.

Indeed, she was someone whose hair had turned white overnight after a certain day. It was rumored among our peers that her hair had been bleached.

“What’s the matter?”

“…I want to talk about Tsukimiya-san.”

Kageyama-san, with a pale expression, spoke hesitantly.

As if she was suppressing her fear.

Normally, one shouldn’t act alone.

It would be safest to wait for Tsukimiya-san to return and listen to her together.

But it seemed Kageyama-san had waited for Tsukimiya-san to be away to approach me, perhaps preferring her not to be around.

And there was something earnest in her approach.

“…Alright. If it’s just for a little while.”

So I decided to hear her out.

“…Thank you. Let’s move to another location.”

We went to a deserted part of the school building led by Kageyama-san.

No other students were in that shadowed spot.

Here, we could have a confidential talk as much as we wanted.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

When I urged her to speak, Kageyama-san slowly began to talk.

“You should distance yourself from Tsukimiya-san as soon as possible.”

“…What do you mean?”

“…That person is dangerous. She might appear docile before you, Aiji-kun, but her true nature is nothing short of monstrous.”

I gently objected to her critical statement.

“Without knowing the full story, don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”

“I have witnessed her true nature myself. That night, in the classroom. She threatened me by shoving a cutter knife into my mouth.”

“The classroom at night…?”

Why would the two of them be in such a place?

“Previously, there was a theft of your belongings, right? It was me who did it.”

“Kageyama-san?”

I couldn’t believe that the thief was Kageyama-san, confessing to me. It took all I had just to process that information.

“That night, I sneaked into the classroom to steal your belongings again.

And she was waiting there.

She declared war on me, saying everything that belongs to you, Aiji-kun, belongs to her. And when I tried to resist, she beat me thoroughly.”

She must be recalling that moment.

Kageyama-san’s expression was pale.

“The fear I faced when confronting her turned my hair completely white. …I still see it in my dreams. That demonic smile of hers.”

She must have been deeply terrified.

Kageyama-san looked like she might faint at any moment.

Yet she continued with a strained effort.

“It’s not just me. Fujisawa Sensei from math class as well. You’ve heard, right? He was quite harsh on you, wasn’t he? Tsukimiya-san couldn’t stand it and protested against Fujisawa Sensei. She intimidated him with fear. As a result, he was driven to take a leave of absence. Behind the scenes, Tsukimiya-san eliminates anyone who poses a threat to you, Aiji-kun, without a moment’s hesitation. Tsukimiya Shiika—she is an incredibly dangerous person.”

Fujisawa Sensei’s leave of absence was due to Tsukimiya-san’s protest. She had been eliminating threats to me in the shadows.

Even hearing this, it sounded like a joke.

But Kageyama-san’s tone was filled with urgency. It wasn’t the kind of force someone just joking or lying could muster.

“…Even if that’s true,”

I struggled to find the words to continue.

“Tsukimiya-san has been protecting me from Hanazono-san, the one who stabbed me in the abdomen. She’s always stayed close to me.”

Her methods might be extreme.

But, at the very least, it’s undeniable that Tsukimiya-san is my ally, striving to shield me from Hanazono-san’s malevolent grasp.

“Hanazono-san…?”

“Right, it wouldn’t make sense to Kageyama-san…”

I explained everything to her.

About a girl named Hanazono Mari, who had stabbed me at my previous school, and how she had reappeared in front of me. I told Tsukimiya-san about it; she has been by my side ever since.

After hearing everything, Kageyama-san murmured.

“…Was that woman Hanazono-san?”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s a possibility that Tsukimiya-san could have masqueraded as Hanazono Mari to foster your dependency on her.”

That was a perspective I hadn’t even considered.

“No, that can’t be. The person I saw was Hanazono-san. Although it was from a distance, her appearance and gestures were unmistakably hers.”

“Tsukimiya-san used to be a child actress. Imitating Hanazono-san’s gestures to make you believe she was the person wouldn’t be difficult for her.

With makeup, it’s possible to disguise someone’s appearance so that you can’t tell the difference from a distance. Unless their skeletal structures are very different.”

Indeed, Tsukimiya-san and Hanazono-san’s skeletal structures do resemble each other, but—

“No, it’s impossible; Tsukimiya-san doesn’t even know Hanazono-san’s appearance. They’ve never met. You can’t imitate someone you’re unfamiliar with.”

You can’t disguise yourself as someone you don’t know.

“It would be easy to find out what she looks like by asking students from the previous school. If there are videos from sports or cultural festivals, it’s possible to imitate her gestures.

That woman could easily do something like that.

Think about it.

Didn’t Tsukimiya-san approach you after you met Hanazono-san? To make you dependent on her.”

That made me realize something.

After I fled from Hanazono-san, Tsukimiya-san emerged as if a savior to me, who had secluded myself in my room, driven by fear.

Indeed.

Looking back, the timing was too perfect to be a coincidence.

“…I should be going back now. Any more contact might raise suspicions.”

Kageyama-san said, and then

“I’ll leave this with you, Aiji-kun.”

She placed something in my hand.

“…Be careful around Tsukimiya-san. She might be pretending to be your ally, trying to trap you.”

With those parting words, she left quickly.

Afterward, when I returned to the classroom, Tsukimiya-san came to me.

“Aiji-kun, where have you been?”

She asked with concern.

“I just went to the bathroom.”

I didn’t mention meeting Kageyama-san.

Was it out of concern for her safety?

Or had suspicion begun to take root in my heart?

I couldn’t tell which it was.