I’m a Telepath, but It’s Tough Because the Cool Beautiful Girl Next to Me Is Having Pink Thoughts - Chapter 2

After finishing lunch, I found myself wandering the school rather aimlessly.

Chihiro sticks with gloomy me, but he isn’t gloomy himself. In fact, he’s the type of person who’s outgoing and can easily approach anyone. He’s also in a club and has a wide circle of friends.

Therefore, since he seemed to have plans with another friend today, we parted ways after finishing lunch.

So, that’s why I’m currently wandering around the school grounds all alone.

It was the only option left for me, who didn’t have any particular business to attend to or any friends who would casually strike up a conversation.

I could have gone back to the classroom, but that would have meant hearing the voice in my head again, and that would just be depressing.

After walking around for a while like that, I headed to the school’s backyard. The benches in the courtyard are popular lunch spots, but this side is completely deserted.

The sunlight isn’t bad, but it’s mostly dappled light, so it’s dim, and the benches are stone and not well-maintained. They’re covered in moss and don’t look like a place someone could possibly eat.

Therefore, it’s rarely used, but for me, it was the perfect spot.

I think this is the only place on campus where I can escape the hustle and bustle of the crowd and relax. The library is also quiet, but the inner thoughts there are even more noticeable. For me, this backyard was the perfect solution with the troublesome trait of being a telepath.

…But, it seems that won’t be the case.

On the way to the backyard, I suddenly heard a voice in my head.

“Waaah, waaah… So amazing, amazing!”

“Ugh…”

Is it excitement? Or arousal? I couldn’t tell, but it was definitely coming through loud and clear.

There was only one person it could be.

Hiding around the corner and peeking into the backyard, as expected, there was the cool beautiful girl, Tatsuki Rio, herself.

She’s sitting on a stone bench sparsely covered in moss, reading something with her usual expressionless face.

“Eeeeh, all the way there!? Doesn’t it hurt…? Doesn’t it hurt!? But… I feel incredible Eros!”

Quiet, please.

How can she have that expression and those feelings at the same time? That’s scary.

Judging by her inner thoughts, it’s definitely a type of erotic novel. Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve caught her reading such books. Sometimes she reads them in class, sometimes she’s doing it secretly during lessons, and I run into it quite often.

The mental fortitude and black expression to read such a novel with a blank expression are truly admirable.

“Haaah, amazing. This is the mystery of life. The beauty of sex… men and women seeking each other naked, and then the act of love and commitment───”

Okay, okay, I get it. I’m full. I know you like pure romance these days. Please, spare me.

…Even so, it’s true that a beautiful person looks good no matter where she is. Even in this gloomy place with only dappled sunlight, those thin beams of light accentuate her brilliance.

If the book she’s reading isn’t a romance novel, it’s a scene that could easily be featured in some model magazine. Well, in this case, it’s not a matter of it being a waste, though.

That’s not the problem. The problem is why she’s here. Right after lunch break started, she was happily (?) chatting with our classmates. I thought she’d be spending the break together, and I think that’s how it’s been until now.

Did she have a fight with someone? She’s usually silent anyway, so it seems a bit late for that to be the cause.

“…Phew, that’s a relief… Reading it calmly really gets me into it. In the classroom, I’m surrounded by everyone, and I get nervous from the boys’ gazes, so I can’t concentrate.”

…I see. Even the unattainable beauties everyone admires have their own troubles. It certainly felt like she was constantly being watched. I can’t empathize because I haven’t had that experience, but I can understand.

That also means my presence here is probably unwelcome. As someone who also enjoys solitude, I’ll take my leave here.

“Boys… I wonder how they see me… Their gaze feels a bit itchy, and just like in this novel, I think they’re probably imagining me in their heads…”

Oh, yes, yes. Thank you for having me, thank you for having me.

With my hands awkwardly covering my ears, I started wandering aimlessly again.