I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 38: Interrogation

The person who appeared was Tsukimiya-san.

I had originally given Tsukimiya-san a spare key, so it wasn’t strange for her to come to my house. What was weird was the timing.

“What’s going on? Why are you here at this time?”

“I had a bad feeling and came to check on you.”

Tsukimiya-san entered the room and said that. It wasn’t just a feeling. I had realized that the bug had been removed.

“Is that the scent of another girl I detect?”

Tsukimiya-san murmured as she looked around. Usuki-san had hidden in the closet right after hearing the door open. With her extensive experience in stalking, she had impressive crisis management skills.

It would be bad if it were discovered that Usuki-san was in the room…

“I have something I want to ask.”

So, I tried to change the subject.

“What is it?”

“I found a bug in my room earlier, disguised as a plug. …Did Tsukimiya-san install it?”

I showed her the plug-shaped bug. If Tsukimiya-san was the one who had installed it, I had thought she would feign ignorance…

“Yes, that’s right.”

To my surprise, Tsukimiya-san readily admitted it.

“I installed it in case Hanazono-san tried to enter Aiji-kun’s room while I was away. Just in case.”

That’s a lie. According to Usuki-san, Tsukimiya-san had installed the bug in my room before I had reencountered Hanazono-san.

“…Actually, I heard a rumor.”

“A rumor?”

“That Fujisawa Sensei took a leave of absence because Tsukimiya-san had punished her. That she’s been eliminating anyone who might harm me from the shadows.”

And I continued.

“That Kageyama-san from the next class turned her hair white overnight.”

“…What does Aiji-kun think?”

“I don’t know.”

I spoke my honest feelings.

“But after hearing that story, I’ve been confused. If it’s true, the Hanazono-san I met that day might have been Tsukimiya-san.”

“Me, disguised as Hanazono-san? For what purpose?”

“I heard that Tsukimiya-san used to be a child actor. Maybe you staged it all to make me feel like I can’t live without Tsukimiya-san.”

I spoke up to that point and was amazed at the absurdity of my speculation.

“No, I even think it sounds like a joke.”

It was nothing but wild imagination. Impossible. From Tsukimiya-san’s perspective, it would be exasperating, and it wouldn’t be surprising if she got angry.

After all, from her point of view, she was spending her time with me, and here I was, suspecting it was all an act.

However…

“What if I said it wasn’t a joke?”

“Eh?”

That statement halted my thoughts. I looked back at Tsukimiya-san’s face.

“It’s not a joke?”

“Yes.”

“If that’s the case, then why…”

“It’s exactly as Aiji-kun said earlier.”

Tsukimiya-san offered a thin smile.

“So that Aiji-kun can’t imagine a life without me.”

Her expression was that of an angel’s, or perhaps, temptingly devilish in its beauty.

“But, well, if it’s been found out, there’s nothing to be done.”

With a semblance of trouble, she chuckled softly. At that moment, her smartphone fell from the pocket of her uniform blazer.

Perhaps she had been listening to music on her way here. The player’s playback screen was displayed on the smartphone, and it seemed that the play button was pressed accidentally when the phone hit the floor. Then, the audio softly filled the room.

“…What is this?”

It was my voice. It sounded like snippets of conversations that had been cut and pieced together. Had she been listening to this all along?

“…Hehe. Are you scared of me?”

Tsukimiya-san, catching the fear in my gaze as I stared at her. She asked as if she had seen through to my inner thoughts. I tried to respond immediately, but no words came out. The silence was answer enough.

“…I see.”

With a sorrowful smile, Tsukimiya-san began to approach. Seeing this, I almost reflexively stepped back.

Her expression seemed slightly hurt by my reaction. At least, that’s how it appeared to me. But whether that was her true feeling or just an act, I couldn’t tell. By now, I could no longer distinguish what was true from what was not.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. That wasn’t my intention. Don’t worry, I won’t come any closer than this anymore.”

Tsukimiya-san said, and then,

“I’ll leave the spare key here.”

She placed the spare key to my room on the table. Turning back to me, she spoke gently, as usual, without any sign of anger or sadness.

“…Well then, Aiji-kun. Good night.”

Without offering any excuses or rebuttals, Tsukimiya-san left my room, leaving behind only her smile.