My Childhood Friend is a Yandere - Chapter 4 part 1
May and the obsessive fresh green wind
“Yu-kun, listen. Lately, Ginchiyo is being stalked.”
“Who the h*ll do you think you are?”
My stalker continued with a mysterious look on her face. By the way, I was on my way to school now. I did not meet up with her, but Ginchiyo was standing in front of the entrance and said, “Good morning!” and started walking beside me like it was normal.
I staggered my hours to leave slightly each day, but this guy was always in front of my house.
“I heard footsteps behind me when I was walking alone at night, I received a silent phone call, and I found a letter in the mailbox with a hair inside.”
“What a coincidence. I’ve had that happen to me too. You’re the culprit, by the way.”
“I’m so scared. Can you hold my hand?”
“All I can say is, look the other way and you’ll see what I’m talking about!”
I shook off the hand that was about to be held and shouted. Ignoring the advice from the bottom of her heart, Ginchiyo sighed a sigh.
“I knew I shouldn’t have been on TV or anything. …… They send me stuffed animals with listening devices planted in them.”
“What did you think when you got that?”
It was hard, wasn’t it? I asked her in as gentle a tone as possible, implying that it was hard for me too. Because I had received a gift from this guy, too.
“I thought they’re using such cheap stuff.”
“For God’s sake, repent for your own daily actions!”
The girl nodded mysteriously in response to the retort.
“Yeah. That’s what Ginchiyo thought, too. So I decided to stop.”
“Huh? Seriously? You’re finally going to graduate from stalking me?”
“I’d rather not be in show business if I’m going to have strange people like me.”
“Oh, there you go.”
“I started it for Yu-kun’s sake in the first place, so there’s no point if Yuu-kun doesn’t like me and weirdos like me, and I don’t want the people at the office to force me to do social media”
“Oh, you were doing something?”
Ginchiyo was good at programming and other things, but not so good at mundane things as to call the game pico-pico. Perhaps it was because she did not understand the human heart.
“Yeah, I’m trying. Here. Look.”
She took her phone out of her bag and showed me the screen.
『I love you』
Title written in pink letters.
“Hmm, that’s rather normal.”
“Honestly, I was trying to make it 『 Lovey-dovey Diary with Yu-kun』, but someone from the agency forced me to change it.”
“You’re lying”
Yu, you mean me? That’s scary.
“It’s getting really rough. …… I get a lot of comments saying I can smell it, smell it, smell it…what are these people talking about?”
I glanced at the comments she was showing.
『SUPER CUTE! 』『Her chest is huge! 』
Mixed in with the stupid comments was,
『I saw her hugging some strange guy the other day.』
And, 『She was walking with a guy who was really ugly.』
There were probably a lot more comments that made fun of me. Why did I have to be hurt.
“What do they mean by ‘smell’?”
“…..”
“Could it be that my smell has been reaching the Internet lately?”
Ginchiyo sniffed herself with a sniff. The good smell of shampoo wafted through the air, much to her chagrin.
I was about to become conscious of my nostrils, so I shook my head vigorously and looked down at the text Ginchiyo had written.
『Fried chicken set meal in the morning today!』
『Kakiage-don at the school cafeteria for lunch!』
『I had ramen on the way home!』
(TL: Kakiage don is a delightful rice bowl dish topped with shredded vegetables and shrimp tempura, drizzled with homemade tempura sauce.)
Only boring meal reviews were given, but the menu smelled very manly.
“…..”
I mean, this was my menu from yesterday. When I looked at the photos posted, I saw a small figure of me in the background. What’s scary was that none of them had me facing the camera.
“Why are you eating the same things as I am?”
It was only recently that I ordered Ginchiyo, who was about to eat with me, to stay and eat lunch with my male friends.
“Because I wanted to feel like I was eating with ……”
“Even so, there’s no point in eating the same thing.”
“I thought that if we eat the same food, the composition of our bodies will be the same…..”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a chill.”
Even though it was mid-May, the mornings were still cold. The chill that rose from the core of my body was probably not only due to Ginchiyo. Or I would like to think so.
“But still, Yu-kun, you are consuming too much salt. You need to eat fiber.”
“Don’t suddenly ruin it.”
“Next time I’ll make you a meal that takes your nutrition into consideration. I think I know more about your body than you do.”
I’m afraid it was rather undeniable.
Fufufu, sniffling, Ginchiyo continued.
“If I quit modeling, I might become a personal trainer for Yu-kun. I’ve decided to get my medical license for starters. Is there anything else you want me to do?”
“I want you to be decent.”
“……?”
It seemed the things I wanted her to do the most didn’t work for her. After a few seconds of tilting her head, Ginchiyo turned around as if she had noticed something. I turned my head, too, following her lead.
“!?”
A man was standing there. He was not tall, but quite fat. His hair was sticky and he was wearing a sweatshirt. The cloth was tight and stretched out.
The man had a kitchen knife in his hand.