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

To cheat death time and again might just be what this saying alludes to.

Reflecting on the recent incident, I—Usuki Sayoko—felt its truth deeply.

Out of the blue, Aiji-kun flung the closet door open, uncovering my hiding spot. I thought it was all over when he found me sneaking into someone’s house and munching on a melon bread inside the closet.

There was no excuse for it.

I imagined being scorned, disappointed, and verbally abused by Aiji-kun, filling me with a profound sense of despair.

At the same time, I was a bit excited.

However, Aiji-kun did not blame me. On the contrary, he revealed that he had known I was hiding in the closet all along. This truly surprised me.

I had believed myself to be the sole guardian over Aiji-kun, yet it turned out he too, was vigilantly watching over me. In a way, I was being led along.

The realization that I was merely a pitiful monkey performing in Buddha’s palm, coupled with the clandestine thrill of recognizing my own folly, was an amusing paradox.

Later, as I explained to Aiji-kun about Tsukimiya-san’s bugging device and the events leading up to now, the front door opened.

It was Tsukimiya-san.

In a panic, I hid in the closet again, narrowly escaping death once more. You could say I’ve cheated death nine times or even eighteen.

Aiji-kun confronted Tsukimiya-san with his suspicions, and she admitted to them, ultimately leaving his place.

Watching their exchange, I thought to myself…

…was I the one who triggered this dispute?

It was I who suggested Tsukimiya-san was a danger.

I was the first to remove the bugging device.

If Tsukimiya-san found out, it wouldn’t end well. The thought was terrifying, not thrilling.

So, I decided to take this secret to my grave.

After that, I hurried home, feeling awkward.

Once home, I suddenly thought…

Now that I have discovered my presence in Aiji-kun’s closet, can I still visit his house?

Is this tacitly approved, or was I only overlooked this time, and next time, I’ll be turned over to the police without question?

I forgot to ask.

Thinking it might be a gamble worth taking if the former were true, the potential loss was too great for me to act on it.

I decided to ask Aiji-kun directly.

I tried to follow him after school after seeing Aiji-kun leave his seat.

But I was blocked.

When I saw the figure standing before me, my blood ran cold.

“Usuki Sayoko-san, right?”

“…Ts, Tsukimiya-san.”

Tsukimiya-san stood before me, staring directly into my eyes with an eerie smile.

“You’re the one, aren’t you? The one feeding information to Aiji-kun.”

A cold stare pinned me, and a sharp breath escaped my lips.

“Wha-what are you talking about…?”

“Hehe, playing dumb is useless. I knew. I knew you were hiding in Aiji-kun’s closet that time.”

I was completely exposed.

“And you were secretly watching when I was protesting to Fujisawa Sensei, weren’t you?”

Utterly exposed.

I thought I had cheated death twice.

But I was mistaken.

I hadn’t avoided the situation with Tsukimiya-san at all.

“I have something to discuss with you. …You’ll come with me, won’t you?”

While she seemingly left the decision to me, her tone implied it was non-negotiable.

It’s said that one can cheat death, but humans only have one life. And at this rate, my life is certainly coming to an end.

I should run away right now.

Yet, Tsukimiya-san’s piercing gaze made escape impossible.

Being petrified by Medusa’s gaze must have felt eerily similar to this. For the first time, I could empathize.

I tried to seek help from other students with my eyes.

But it was after school, and the classroom was sparsely populated. Tsukimiya-san and I might seem to be having a normal conversation with an outsider.

Did she see through my intention?

Tsukimiya-san smiled cunningly, taking the initiative.

“Even if you try to seek help from others, it’s useless. Between you and me, Usuki-san, who do you think will be believed?”

She was right.

The disparity in credibility between Tsukimiya-san, revered as the class goddess, and myself, seen as nothing more than a bathroom pest, was glaring.

Even if I were to be killed, somehow, it would end up being my fault.

“Hehe, shall we go?”

There was no longer any way to resist.

In that moment, I felt an eerie kinship with the sentiments of death row inmates on the day of their execution.

At least they can choose their last meal, which might be better than my situation.

Much like those turned to stone by Medusa, I found myself reluctantly empathizing with sentiments I had hoped to never comprehend.

If escape was impossible, I at least wanted to face my end with dignity.