Is it okay for a loner like me to have a yandere?

I was currently sitting on a chair she offered while she sat on the dresser stool.

We didn’t exchange many words and have been sitting in silence for some time now.

Awkward…

I looked at her face again and found there was not a single trace of her scar. And unlike the past, she had cut her hair short, just below her shoulders.

She had…grown in ways I can’t describe. Well…she is now well-endowed, especially around her chest area.

I felt that I should stop looking at her and thankfully her words broke the daze,

“How are you?” She asked, her voice softer now.

“Doing well. What about you? Heard you went to South Korea?”

She seemed surprised, “Who told you?”

I blushed, “I-I kinda…asked Jiichan.” She won’t take me for a stalker, right?

“Oh, is that so?” The corner of her lips lifted in a smile, “Yes, I went there for my face surgery. Then I went to my grandma’s place in Kingdoms and finished my middle school there.”

She informed me. As I thought, she went through surgery.

I didn’t want to comment on it, but-

“How do I look now?” She asked, a hopeful look on her face.

I sighed, “As you always look…beautiful.” I told her. There was no lie in that. I have told her before too, even when she had the scar that, in my eyes, she appeared like a flower fairy.

The shade of her eyes, her pink lips, the beautiful silver shade of her hair…everything made her look pretty as someone who had stepped out of a fantasy book.

She stared at me blankly, making me believe that I should have complimented her face, but then she lowered her eyes and said something I couldn’t hear.

“Sorry?” I asked, leaning slightly forward.

“It’s…nothing.” she shook her head and lifted her eyes to look at me, “Did you hear from your parents? …about the engagement promise?”

I sighed, “Yes, I did, and I am sorry you had to go through all that. I know you must disturbed by the fact that you are getting forced into this relationship with someone like me.”

I caught her expression, and for a moment, I felt her expression turned cold and blank…as if I said something unbelievable.

But then she shook her head and said, “Yes…getting engaged without knowing much about each other is totally wrong.” She said gently.

…did I see it wrong? Am I being delusional?

Regardless, I nodded in assent, “You have lived a different life …in these past five years surely you must have formed a connection with someone-”

“Aki-kun, I never dated, and I am still a virgin.”

“…” Her direct rebuttal caught me off guard.

She looked serious.

I shouldn’t have formed a judgment.

“I apologize…but still, the point remains that we don’t know much about each other. We did spend our childhood together but that isn’t enough for us to decide whether we are fit for each other.”

Who am I trying to convince here? I know for sure that she must be disgusted by the very thought of becoming the wife of a nobody like me.

She told me in the past that her dream boy would be handsome, caring, and surely rich enough to afford her expenses. Someone I can never be.

She told me that. I remember it all.

So I knew we had to get out of this together.

“You are right, Aki-kun. It would be rash to get engaged when we know nothing about each other.” She agreed, and God, her voice is so soothing…nothing like the sadist girl I once knew.

I thought we would now get up and go down to tell everyone that we wouldn’t get engaged because of obvious reasons.

But then, “…but Aki-kun…my grandpa doesn’t have many years to live. And before he leaves the world, he wants to see me with someone who cares about me.”

Her head was leaned down, seemingly sad about her grandfather’s health.

I felt troubled as I approached her…I didn’t know what I should do so I just said, “But there could be someone else, no? There are better people than me.”

The difference between our families was quite glaring. And even in the name getting engaged to Takahashi Suzune was a big thing. If the word got out, she would face nothing but humiliation.

She shook her head, her voice growing dimmer now, “No one knows me as much as you do. And Grandpa knows that you care about me…more than any person he can find out there.”

She suddenly raised her eyes, looking at me with an upturned glance.

My breath was caught in my throat as she held my hand very tenderly…as if she was afraid I would swat away her hand.

Her soft skin, the warmth seeped into my skin, and that innocent…afraid gaze.

My heart rate elevated.

This…is not the Suzune I knew.

“You care about me, don’t you?” She asked again, looking at the verge of tears now.

Gah! This is bad.

I finally uttered, “Yes…I do. After what you have done, I didn’t want to…but I would be lying to say that I don’t.”

For a moment, regret appeared in her eyes but then she got up and told me, “Then…will you become my fiancé? Please? I promise I won’t be a bother and in a few months I will convince my grandpa that we can’t be together…so until then…will you?”

I knew I was going to regret this.

Trusting another girl…getting close to her…I know I will get hurt again.

But none of that realization stopped me from nodding, “If it’s for a while…then okay. I will pretend to be your fiancé.”

Little did I know that I would look back on this day and thank my past self for making this rash decision.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.