Is it okay for a loner like me to have a yandere? - Chapter 8- Bullied

When I visited my grandparents, there was one person I dreaded meeting the most.

Takahashi Suzune.

Why? Because she was a bully. A tease. A little sadist, even.

I know I shouldn’t talk like that about a child. But she would smile—really smile—while making me cry. It was like she enjoyed it. Like my pain was her game.

Back then, whenever I went to the countryside, lots of kids would gather—children of relatives, family friends, neighbors.

But none of them ever played with her.

No—it was worse than that.
They ignored her on purpose. Like she didn’t exist.

They played all her favorite games. Loudly. Right in front of her. But never let her join.

They laughed at the way she sat, the way she talked, even the way she held a crayon.

I once saw them take one of her drawings—she had drawn a girl in a red dress, the same kind she always wore—and they burned it.

Burned it.

And then a boy peed on it while the others laughed.

I didn’t know why they hated her so much. Maybe it was because she kept to herself. Or maybe… it was because of her scar.

When Suzune-san was just three years old, boiling water spilled on her face.

It left a terrible mark on the left side—raw and angry like fire still lived under her skin.

Even now, I can still hear the other kids mocking her.
Calling her ugly. Calling her a witch.

They would smear red paint on one side of their own faces to look like her…

Then run away from each other, screaming and laughing,

like she was a curse.

It was cruel.

So cruel that even remembering it now makes my chest feel tight.

And the worst part?
She never cried. Not once.

She just stood there, watching them with those quiet, sakura eyes.

As if she’d already stopped expecting kindness a long time ago.

It was then that I approached her—tired of watching her get humiliated like that.

I thought maybe… just maybe… we could be friends.
I was also a loner. I didn’t fit in with the other kids either.

So I thought she might understand me.

At first, she didn’t push me away.

But the way she treated me… it wasn’t right.

It wasn’t friendship.

She teased me.
She mocked me.
She called me names—“loser,” “loner,” “dog”—words that stung more than any slap.

Sometimes, when no one was looking, she’d make me kneel down and rest her foot on my head.

She’d call herself a queen, smirking like she owned the world.

Like I was nothing more than her toy.

She’d insult my clothes, the way I talked, even my parents—as if our family’s lower status made me worthless.

And every time I tried to stand up for myself, she’d laugh.

That cold, sharp laugh.

As if pain—my pain—was funny to her.

I started to hate her.

Not just for how she treated me…

But for how she made me feel—small, dirty, ashamed.

I thought I was doing something kind when I reached out to her.

But all I got in return was cruelty.

Looking back now…

I don’t know if I hated her more for what she did—or for the fact that I still wanted to understand her.

“You okay, son?” Hearing his voice, I turned to Jiichan.

We were traveling in a cab, which was needless—we could have taken a train—and going to the most expensive area of the city.

The place where celebrities and businessmen like Takahashi Kenji live.

I nodded, “Yes, I am good. Just a little nervous.”

“It’s okay, son. You don’t need to force yourself. Just do whatever your heart tells you.” Dad, who was sitting beside the driver spoke with a confident nod.

“Yes, dear. We trust your judgment.” Mum gave my shoulder a gentle pat.

They trusted my decision…but I couldn’t understand why I was being pushed into this situation in the first place.

Like…why did they agree to this meeting? The current patriarch was Suzune-san’s father, who easily could have denied the very idea of seeing his precious daughter and a nobody like me together.

They are the business giants of Japan, one of the richest families in the country, and positioned as the eleventh richest businessman in the world.

The clothing industry, shopping malls, real estate, restaurants…they have it all.

The Takahashi family has carried their legacy for several generations, and the family is only continuing to grow.

In front of them, we were nothing. My father is a salary worker and my mother is a housewife.

Like…my father’s monthly salary might be how much they pay to one gardener every month.

And…they are respecting the promise made by two old men? How does that work?

Regardless of my thoughts, we soon approached the estate where the family lives.

We were stopped by the security once before the gates opened.

The car rolled through the tall iron gates, and I couldn’t help but press my face a little closer to the window.

The road was smooth, lined with tall trees that reached toward the sky like they’d been standing there for a hundred years.

And then I saw it—the mansion.

It was huge. No, it was massive. Three stories high, with wide stone steps and tall glass windows that sparkled in the sun.

The walls were made of pale stone, almost white, with vines gently crawling up one side like nature was trying to hug it.

The car came to a stop, and one after another, we began to get off.

I was expecting a maid or butler standing there to guide us.

But at the entrance stood a family.

The whole Takahashi family with a smile on their faces.

….why do they seem so excited?

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.