My childhood friend got me drunk and did it with me. I think it felt really good, so I continued being with her as well. ...Yandere? what is that? - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Breakfast in Captivity

[MC POV]

I stare at the ceiling.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Miyuki just waltzed out like this was completely normal—like she hadn’t just chained me up in her house.

I test the restraints again. The chains are long enough for me to sit up and move around a bit, but definitely not long enough to reach the door.

Okay, let’s think.

Miyuki’s smart. Scarily smart. If I try brute force, she’s probably prepared for that. If I panic, she wins.

I need to play along. For now.

The door opens. Miyuki walks in, carrying a tray. The smell of food fills the room—eggs, bacon, toast, and even coffee. She sets the tray on the nightstand and beams at me.

“Breakfast is ready~”

“…Thanks?”

She claps her hands. “Ah, I should feed you! That’d be cute, right?”

“…I can eat by myself.”

“Pout.”

She actually says the word “pout” as she puffs out her cheeks.

I sigh. “Miyuki, I’m not a baby.”

“But you are my precious boyfriend now, so let me spoil you a little~”

I hesitate. If I push back too much, she might double down on this insanity. I need her to lower her guard.

“…Fine.”

Her eyes light up. “Yay! Say ‘ahhh~’”

I stare at the fork she’s holding up. This is the weirdest hostage situation ever.

Still, I open my mouth. She happily feeds me a bite of egg.

“Is it good?”

“…Yeah.”

Of course, it is. She’s always been a great cook.

She hums in satisfaction, continuing to feed me. I let her, keeping my expression neutral. If she thinks I’m warming up to this, she might get careless.

After a few bites, she suddenly tilts her head. “Natsume.”

“Hm?”

She leans in, voice softer. “…Do you hate me?”

Crap.

I meet her gaze.

Her usual bright, teasing eyes hold something deeper—something fragile. A small, quiet fear.

If I say yes, what happens then?

I swallow. “…I don’t hate you, Miyuki.”

She searches my face.

“…Really?”

“Really.”

Her lips tremble, and for a moment, she looks like the childhood friend I’ve always known—the one who comforted me after breakups, the one who celebrated my successes, the one who always cared.

Then, just as quickly, she brightens.

“Then there’s no problem! We’ll be so happy together, you’ll see~”

Crisis averted. For now.

She stands up, collecting the empty plate. “I’ll go clean this up! In the meantime, think about how lucky you are to have such a devoted girlfriend~”

She leaves, humming again.

I exhale sharply.

Step one: Gain her trust.
Step two: Find a way out.
Step three: Run.

I look around the room, scanning for anything that could help.

Then, I notice something.

The key to the chains.

Sitting on the dresser.

Barely out of reach.

So close.

I clench my fists.

I need to get that key.

Before it’s too late.