I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 42: The Conclusion
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- Chapter 42: The Conclusion
As I raised my voice, Tsukimiya-san came to a stop
I had made it in time, just at the last moment.
In the lobby of an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of town, where Hanazono-san was sitting on the floor, Tsukimiya-san, who had been standing in front of her, stopped moving and slowly shifted her gaze toward me.
“Aiji-kun…? Why are you here?”
“Usuki-san told me everything. You’ve deceived me, Tsukimiya-san, attempting to confront Hanazono-san alone.”
“I told you not to tell anyone…”
Tsukimiya-san murmured, looking troubled.
“How did you know our location? It’s impressive that you figured out we were at the abandoned hospital.”
“I enlisted Yokawa-san’s help. Given her wide network, she made inquiries throughout the shopping district and among the locals to locate you both.”
Especially since Hanazono-san wears distinctive clothes, there were many eyewitness accounts. Eventually, it led us to this abandoned hospital.
I looked over at Hanazono-san, who was slumped on the floor.
What Usuki-san had said was right.
Hanazono-san wasn’t the entity Tsukimiya-san was pretending to be.
She was real.
“I heard about it. You were disguising yourself as Hanazono-san for me.”
“…”
“Tsukimiya-san. It’s okay now. You don’t have to do anything more.”
“But, if we leave things as they are, Aiji-kun will continue to live in fear of Hanazono-san’s uncertainty, always haunted by the shadows of the past.”
“Maybe. But it’s meaningless if you have to dirty your hands for that. If you harm Hanazono-san, it’ll ruin your life.”
“Don’t worry. As long as you’re happy, Aiji-kun, that matters to me. So, you don’t need to worry about me.”
“That’s… not something I can just ignore.”
“Okay. Of course, it was my decision so I won’t trouble you. You don’t need to feel guilty—”
“That’s not it!”
Before I knew it, I had raised my voice.
“Tsukimiya-san, you may be indifferent to your fate, but I cannot stand by and watch your life fall apart!”
“…Why?”
“…Why, you ask?”
“…Aiji-kun, you’re afraid of me, right?”
“That’s…”
I tried to find some comforting words but stopped myself.
There was no point in that.
I had to convey my true feelings without any lies.
“…Yes, I’m scared.
Given your involvement in the incidents involving Kageyama-san and Fujisawa Sensei and how you infiltrated my room to install a listening device without consent…
The act of editing recorded voices, transferring them to a smartphone, and obsessively listening through earphones — the playback count exceeding ten thousand times was, frankly, alarming.”
Tsukimiya-san’s obsession with me was beyond normal.
Perhaps even more so than Hanazono-san.
“Then—”
“But! I’ve also experienced your kindness, Tsukimiya-san. You’ve cared for me when I was sick and been by my side when I was anxious.
Even though I’m scared and sometimes don’t understand, I can’t hate or dislike you. I can’t overlook it if your life becomes a mess.”
I took a deep breath, preparing to convey my feelings to Tsukimiya-san.
“Just like you wish for my happiness, Tsukimiya-san, I truly want yours too.
So, please stop this. Don’t hurt anyone or disregard yourself even if it’s for my sake.”
It wasn’t just about her concern for me.
I wanted Tsukimiya-san to hold her own well-being in higher regard.
That was my true feeling.
“…I see.”
After a long silence, Tsukimiya-san let out a breath.
“…Since Aiji-kun wishes for it, I must stop my attempts on Hanazono-san if you say it’s not right.”
The utility knife slid from her grasp, clattering to the floor. In that instant, Tsukimiya-san’s resolve dissipated.
I rushed over to Hanazono-san.
Seeing me approach, Hanazono-san slumped on the floor, weakly raising her head.
“…Long time no see, Hanazono-san. Are you injured?”
“…Aiji-kun.”
“…You’re still bearing a grudge against me, and that’s why you came to this town, isn’t it? Even then, I regret that you felt frightened.”
“…It’s not like that.”
Hanazono-san shook her head.
“…I was provoked by that person, and as a result, this happened, but I didn’t come here for that.”
“…Then, what did you come for?”
“I… I just wanted to offer you an apology, Aiji-kun. For causing you pain, for instilling fear in you because of my actions.
That was all I wanted.”
As she spoke, Hanazono-san gave a self-deprecating smile.
“…But, from your perspective, you wouldn’t want to see someone like me. You moved to forget the past, and seeing me would only bring back unpleasant memories.”
“Hanazono-san…”
I had assumed she came for revenge.
But I was wrong.
Hanazono-san came to reflect on her past mistakes and apologize.
I had misunderstood and was scared for nothing.
Just like Hanazono-san, who had projected her ideals onto me and faltered, I too hastily misjudged her.
Now that I knew Hanazono-san had no ill intentions, I could honestly share the feelings that I had kept hidden.
“…You know, I’ve always wanted to apologize too. Because you fell in love with someone like me, I feel I’ve messed up your life.”
Since the day I was stabbed, I’ve been burdened with guilt.
Hanazono-san might have had a normal life if she hadn’t fallen in love with me.
Maybe she could have enjoyed a peaceful high school life.
Meeting me might have brought her unhappiness. I might have ruined Hanazono-san’s life.
“So, I’m sorry. I don’t expect forgiveness, but…”
It was then, as I muttered, looking down.
“…Please don’t apologize.”
A hand was placed on my cheek.
When I looked up, Hanazono-san was gazing at me calmly.
“…I don’t regret falling in love with you.
Despite such an ending, the time I spent loving you is irreplaceable to me.
It was a very sweet and happy time that made me glad to be alive, glad I was born.”
Hanazono-san spoke, looking straight at me.
Not at a convenient idolized version of me, but truly at the past we had shared and the person before her.
Therefore, Hanazono-san smiled.
“…Thank you, Aiji-kun, for everything until now.”
And then, goodbye.
As I saw Hanazono-san’s expression, as if a weight had been lifted from her, I felt the painful memories inside me start to heal.
Ah, yes.
Even though the ending was tragic, the days leading up to when Hanazono-san and I first met and became close had indeed been vividly colored.
They were happy, joyous days.
I remembered those feelings after a long time.
And I thought.
Probably, I won’t have nightmares anymore.