I, Who Am Somehow Only Liked by Yanderes, Tried Transferring into a Class Full of Yandere Girls - Chapter 5: My Belongings Are Stolen

Good morning. As usual, I, Yuto Aiji, headed to school. Stepping into the school building, I approached my shoe locker.

“Wait, what?”

For a moment, I thought I’d opened someone else’s locker by mistake. But, after double-checking, it was indeed mine, yet my indoor shoes were missing.

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Right before the first period, I slid into the classroom just as homeroom was about to start. Sitting down, Shiika Tsukimiya, sitting beside me, struck up a conversation.

“Good morning, Yuto-kun.”

“Morning, Tsukimiya-san. Yeah, I’m a bit late today. Had a little issue.”

As I vaguely responded, she noticed something odd.

“Those slippers, what happened?”

Usually, second-year students wear red indoor shoes, but today, I was wearing green visitor’s slippers.

“I couldn’t find my shoes in the locker this morning. Ended up borrowing these from the staff room.”

“Maybe someone accidentally took yours?”

“Probably,” I added. “But it’s not just that. My things have been disappearing lately. A mechanical pencil from my pencil case, one side of my wireless earphones, and even notes from my classes.”

“That’s troubling.”

“And once, when I opened my lunchbox, one of the three egg rolls was missing.”

“That’s serious!”

Tsukimiya-san looked genuinely surprised.

“Could be theft. I might be forgetful, but not that much.”

“Weird. If something happens, let me know. I’ll help if I can.”

She offered earnest support. Such a kind-hearted person.

“Can I borrow your textbook for now? Seems like my language arts book has gone missing, too.”

The list of missing items grew.

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During the first period, I shared Tsukimiya-san’s textbook. Our desks were pushed together, and we leaned close to share the book.

“If you doze off, I’ll wake you.”

Tsukimiya-san giggles a little as she jokes.

She was too perfect – stunning looks, pleasant voice, and even a lovely scent. It was almost unfair.

I felt the envious stares of the boys in the class.

At one point, I glanced at Tsukimiya-san. She was deep in thought, chin resting on the back of her pencil. It was a picturesque scene.

Then, my gaze fell on her pencil case, a navy-colored one with an open zipper. I saw a mechanical pencil that looked exactly like the one I had lost.

No, it couldn’t be.