My Girlfriend Wanted an Open Relationship, So I Broke Up with Her and Found a Sweet Yandere - Chapter 30

And five minutes later…

“They cut off my scholarship,” I dropped it.

Hayami-sensei’s head turned toward me slowly, eyes a bit wide as if she was taking a moment to register what I had just said, and finally, “Huh?”

Is all she could come up with… maybe the first time in her life she heard something so absurd — can’t blame her.

“Hah, I royally fuc—” I cut myself off immediately. That was rude.

“What do YOU MEAN!???”

It was then that she immediately pulled the car to the side. I heard something scrape against the car.

“You hit something—”

“What do you mean your scholarship got cut off?” Her eyes were wide, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly — concerned.

I took a deep breath, thought about it, and then told her everything.

—

“That’s all.”

I don’t know why, but I did — from the start till the end — and felt slightly better.

“That’s all!? What— how…” It was then that Hayami-sensei pulled the car to the side immediately, shock and panic laced in the words that came out of her mouth.

She stared at me.

A bit… bewildered.

“What?” I asked.

“What are you going to do?” is what she threw at me.

What am I going to do?

Simple.

“I’ll work the whole year, save money, and if I cannot save enough or find another scholarship till next year — I’ll drop out.” I said it so easily that it was hard to believe it was me who spoke.

It still felt like a dream, but given the events of the last few days — only this one made sense, technically at least.

“But there’s still a chance — I’ll talk to the principal, maybe they’ll—”

“That would be great,” I smiled.

I have given up, to be honest, but well, she’s a teacher, so maybe. But by the way Sato-san explained everything, I don’t think Hayami-sensei putting in a word for me is going to change anything.

After that, the ride was silent for a while.

Not the comfortable kind.

Just… quiet.

The engine hummed. Streetlights passed in slow intervals. Neither of us tried to fill the space.

Eventually, she pulled up outside my building.

“I’ll look into it,” she said before I got out.

“I know,” I replied.

I stepped out and closed the door gently. She didn’t wait long this time — the car pulled away almost immediately.

I turned toward the entrance.

That’s when I saw it.

A thin white envelope half-slid under the door.

Electricity bill.

Of course.

I picked it up, stared at my name printed on it. Another number. Another deadline.

I didn’t open it.

Didn’t need to.

More headache.

I stepped inside, locked the door behind me, and dropped my bag by the wall. My body felt heavier than it should have. Like gravity had quietly increased while I wasn’t paying attention.

I walked to the middle of the room and just… slumped down.

Back against the couch. Head tilted back. Eyes on the ceiling.

If I didn’t have to pay rent.

If I didn’t have to think about groceries.

If electricity just… existed without invoices attached to it.

If I didn’t have to calculate every yen like it was oxygen.

Maybe I could save enough.

Maybe nine hundred thousand wouldn’t feel impossible.

Maybe I wouldn’t have to think about dropping out.

Maybe I wouldn’t have to think about what people would say.

Maybe.

If my family situation had been normal.

If home had been… stable.

If my mother didn’t look at me like that.

If my father hadn’t—

I shut my eyes.

It was pointless.

The ceiling didn’t answer. The room didn’t change.

Somewhere between thinking and not thinking, I must’ve drifted off.

Because the next thing I knew—

Knock. Knock.

My eyes opened slowly.

Disoriented.

For a second, I didn’t remember where I was.

Knock.

Right. Apartment.

I rubbed my eyes, pushed myself up, and walked toward the door in a sluggish line. My head still felt heavy.

I stopped just before opening it.

I leaned slightly and looked through the peephole.

A woman.

Auburn hair. Coat. Familiar posture.

I pulled my phone out automatically.

9:02 PM.

That’s… late.

For her.

Why?

I didn’t feel alarmed.

Just… curious.

Maybe I’d gotten used to her showing up like this.

Maybe, deep down, I found it comforting.

I unlocked the door.

It opened.

“Sensei?” I asked.

She stood there, breathing slightly faster than normal, like she hadn’t waited long before knocking again.

She didn’t greet me.

Didn’t smile.

Didn’t hesitate.

“Would you live with me?”

[A/N: Y’all notice what I do (ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ) ]