My Girlfriend Wanted an Open Relationship, So I Broke Up with Her and Found a Sweet Yandere - Chapter 14

I stood there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. The room felt emptier than usual, even though nothing had physically changed. The boxes in the corner were packed and ready to go, and I’d already eaten. But the silence was oppressive, like it was mocking me.

I looked around the small apartment, letting my gaze linger on the few things that reminded me of her—the picture frames, the little trinkets she’d given me, the blanket we shared on colder nights.

I sighed and shook my head. No point in dwelling on it.

Dragging my feet, I moved toward the bed. I was about to flop down and let sleep take me when a sudden knock at the door stopped me in my tracks.

I groaned. “Seriously?”

Reluctantly, I got up and trudged toward the door. Opening it, I blinked in surprise.

Standing there was Akari-sensei. She wore a simple but elegant blouse tucked into a knee-length skirt, paired with a cardigan draped over her shoulders. Her hair was neatly tied back, but a few strands had come loose, framing her face. She looked slightly out of breath, like she’d rushed to get here.

In her hand, she held a small paper bag.

“Akari-sensei?” I said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

She straightened up, composing herself quickly. “Sorry for showing up unannounced, Takahashi-kun. I wanted to check on you.” Her eyes never seemed to stay still as she kept glancing to her left, fidgeting.

She was worried about me. For some reason, that felt a bit nice.

“Why don’t you come inside? I’ll make us some tea,” I offered.

Sensei nodded and came inside. Looking around, she seemed a bit hesitant—did I mess up by inviting her in?

“Pardon me. My apartment is not that big, so it might be a bit cramped for you.”

Compared to Sensei’s apartment, mine was too small.

“Oh, don’t mind it! I was just nervous,” she said. Nervous?

I stepped aside, letting her in, and closed the door behind her. She clutched the paper bag tightly, her fingers fidgeting around its edges.

“Nervous?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Akari-sensei offered a sheepish smile, her gaze darting to the floor before meeting mine briefly. “It’s nothing. I just… I wasn’t sure if I should come by unannounced.”

Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

“It’s fine,” I said, trying to put her at ease. “I wasn’t doing much anyway.”

I led her to the small table near the kitchenette, gesturing for her to sit. As I busied myself boiling water for tea, I couldn’t help but glance at her from the corner of my eye. She sat stiffly, her hands resting on her lap, the paper bag now placed carefully on the table.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

She blinked, as if she’d forgotten she was holding it. “Oh, just something I picked up on the way here. I thought you might like it.”

[Akari Hayami’s POV]

I sat there, hands folded neatly on my lap, trying to keep my composure while Yuuta—no, Takahashi-kun—busied himself in the kitchen. My eyes trailed after him, tracing the way he moved, his casual yet purposeful gestures. Butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach. This wasn’t how I expected the day to go, yet here I was, sitting in his apartment. His apartment!

My mind couldn’t let go of what he said this morning.

“Thank you… for last night. And for everything.”

The words played on repeat, each iteration making my heart race faster. The way his voice softened when he said it, the sincerity in his eyes—it was too much. The moment had been so intense, so overwhelming, that I barely managed to stammer out a reply before boarding the train. And then, as the doors closed, I realized how wrong my reaction must have seemed.

I felt the heat creep back up my cheeks as I remembered the other passengers’ amused glances and muffled chuckles. My face had been burning red, my hands trembling as I clutched my bag. It was mortifying. It was exhilarating.

The words had felt… intimate. Misleading, even. But how could I not let my heart leap at the thought?

“Sensei.” His voice broke through my spiraling thoughts.

I straightened, startled, and met his curious gaze.

“Still, how did you know where I live?” he asked, his tone casual, though his raised eyebrow told me he found it strange.

Oh no. My heart stopped for a moment, and I felt the blood drain from my face before rushing back, hotter than ever.

He would think I was a stalker. Wait… technically, I am, I thought, my inner voice shrill with panic… I am not a stalker!

I forced a small, awkward smile, trying to mask the growing turmoil inside me. How could I possibly explain this? The truth was unthinkable. After all, I had known where he lived since he moved to Tokyo. I couldn’t help it! He fascinated me, bewitched me even. I had to know, had to feel close to him somehow.

But there was no way I could tell him that.

“Oh, um, I think you mentioned it in passing once,” I lied, my voice wavering slightly. I shifted in my seat, trying to appear casual, but my fingers betrayed me, fidgeting nervously with the hem of my skirt. “And, well… your apartment is on a main road, so it wasn’t hard to find when I asked sweetshop owner about you.”

Did that sound convincing? He gets the sweets from there so it shouldn’t be that awkward right? Right?

He nodded slowly, not entirely convinced but not pressing further either. Relief washed over me, but my mind continued to race.

The truth was, after we parted ways at the station this morning, I couldn’t stop myself. My workday felt impossibly long, my lectures dragging on with an agonizing lack of focus. The moment my shift ended, I dashed out of the university. There were more classes scheduled for later, but I couldn’t wait. I had to see him again.

And so, here I was, sitting in his apartment, the very space where he lived, breathed, dreamed. It was almost too much to bear.

“Tea’s ready.”

His voice brought me back to the present, and I looked up to see him setting down two steaming mugs on the table. My hands trembled as I reached for mine, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

I sipped the tea slowly, letting the warmth steady me. But my heart refused to calm, still beating wildly as I stole glances at him.

He had no idea how much he meant to me. How I memorized every detail about him, replayed every conversation in my mind like a cherished song. How just being here, in his presence, was enough to fill me with a strange, bittersweet happiness.

But for now, I had to play the part. Act normal. Just a concerned teacher, nothing more.

Even if my heart screamed otherwise, he does not remember me so I need to take it slow and steady!

“Say Takahashi-kun, I saw iroha-san from your class a few minutes ago, was she here?”

But I couldn’t stop myself from asking this, don’t tell me there is not one but two bugs.

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