My Online Friends Turned Out To Be the Ultra-Beautiful Girls in My Class and They Were Yandere - 5

Chapter 5: I Somehow Ended Up Going to a Café with the Ice Queen

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I didn’t really remember what happened after I got home. There had simply been too many things to be afraid of. The glimpse I had caught of Muna’s true nature, the freezing gaze that had pierced me while I was studying, and to top it all off, that letter. Those things had filled my mind completely.

The next day. I went to school carrying a hundred fears, flinching at every single one of them. But yeah, I had to somehow find the sender of that letter.

“Hara-kun! Good morning!”

“Hih!?”

While I was lost in thought, Muna pushed me from behind. I ended up letting out the most pathetic sound of my life. How embarrassing… no, that wasn’t it. I was seriously scared.

“W-what’s wrong? Ah, maybe you’re the type who can’t handle being startled, Hara-kun?”

“Y-yeah. I was also deep in thought. Sorry, it’s not like you’re scary or anything, Muna.”

“Thinking, huh. You should talk to me about that. Come on, think of it as training for me to become a good listener.”

Can I really rely on her? Well, she’s saying that herself. But think about it carefully. How many times have I been fooled like this? Come on, learn already, me. People who say things like that always end up deceiving you.

“Or… does that mean a worthless trash girl like me isn’t even worth relying on? Yeah, that’s right, isn’t it? I know that very well. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

I messed up. I stepped on a landmine again.

“W-wait, hold on!! I’m just bad at relying on people! I mean, I told you that before, so you know that, right!? Fine, I’ll talk, I’ll talk!”

“I’ve been waiting for those words!”

And then… yeah, that was fake crying. Totally acting. Damn it, I got completely tricked!!

“H-hey, you tricked me!?”

“Hehe, you’re kind, after all. I already understand that if I do this, you won’t be able to ignore me.”

Damn her, she’s got quite the personality. 

Well, it couldn’t be helped. I might as well talk. This was too heavy to carry alone. I wished I could have shown her that photo too, but there was no way I could bring something like that to school. If Satou-san ever saw it, it would be over.

“When I got home yesterday, there was a letter in my mailbox. No sender listed.”

“I see, I see. What did it say?”

“That’s the biggest problem. Stuff like ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m watching you.’”

“Huh, what is that, that’s scary! A stalker!?”

“So yeah, I’m curious about who sent it. Muna, do you have any idea?”

“Huh? No, none at all! …This totally feels like Rin-chan’s doing.”

I thought Muna might know something, but if she didn’t, then what the hell was that? …I’d have to find out. If something like that kept happening every day, it would be unbearable.

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In the end, Tanaka showed up right after that, and I couldn’t talk much with Muna before school ended. Afterward, I got thirsty and went to buy a drink from a vending machine, but I ended up getting lost. Our high school was unnecessarily big. There was no way I could fully grasp its layout in just about a month, so I guess it couldn’t be helped. For now, I just walked around randomly. Maybe I’d end up somewhere familiar. And as I was walking…

“Come on, Misono-san! If it’s a cafe, you can study quietly, right?”

“I don’t want to be with you in the first place. Don’t you understand?”

A silver-haired girl was being approached by a guy. What was that, hitting on her? Of all things, I had run into such an annoying situation.

Now then, question. A beautiful girl is being hit on by a guy, and you witnessed it. Can you pretend you didn’t see anything? Thinking time… do I even need it? Obviously, there’s only one choice. Help her.

“Hey, she’s clearly troubled. Cut it out.”

“You’re… Kamitsuru from Class 1, right? Don’t get in my way.”

“I saw it, so there’s no way I won’t get in your way. Come on, get lost already. Guys who don’t understand something that simple aren’t popular.”

I jumped in on impulse, but what now? Physically, I was completely outmatched. If it turned into a fight, I’d lose.

“! I-is that so? So I won’t be popular if I keep this up… Sorry, thanks for teaching me something useful! Misono-san, sorry too!”

Huh? No way. He backed off immediately. Maybe that guy was actually a decent person who just wanted to be popular? But more importantly…

“You’re Haruna Misono, right? Are you okay?”

Haruna Misono. A beautiful girl with silver bobbed hair and clear, sky-blue eyes like a cloudless day. She excelled in both academics and athletics, always ranking first in exams since middle school. Countless guys had confessed to her, but every single one was rejected. That’s how she earned the nickname “Ice Queen,” a pretty classic romcom-type character.

“…You helped me. Thank you.”

She probably wasn’t good at interacting with people. In that case, it would be better not to linger too long. I still needed to find that vending machine anyway.

“No problem. I’m glad you’re okay. Well then, I’ll be going.”

Just as I was about to leave, for some reason, Misono-san grabbed my sleeve.

“W-wait!”

“Yes, what is it?”

“After this… would you like to go to a cafe with me? I want to thank you for helping me.”

“Huh??”

Her words left me confused. The girl who usually avoided interacting with others, the one known as the Ice Queen, was inviting me out?

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I couldn’t refuse, and just like that, we ended up at a cafe. We passed other students along the way, and as expected, all their gazes were fixed on me… mostly out of jealousy. Strangely, I didn’t feel that freezing gaze right now. In fact, that might have been the biggest reason why I agreed. I was able to go to the cafe without worry. I also wanted to try talking to her.

“Is it really okay? I’ve heard you don’t usually interact with people much.”

“Yes, it’s fine. I wanted to thank you. Also, you don’t need to be so formal. Let’s talk more casually, Kamitsuru-kun.”

“Alright, I’ll do that. Hey, is it always like that for you, Misono-san?”

While we waited after ordering, I brought up a topic to fill the awkward silence. Still, it was impressive. Even at a time like this, she was reading. She really was the serious type.

“Well, yes. I get approached like that a lot. I reject all of them, though.”

“Sounds tough.”

“I’ve gotten used to it. But… Well, it’s still troublesome. Hey, Kamitsuru-kun.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

I had a bad feeling about this. As if to confirm it, Misono-san gave me a mischievous smile and said to me.

“Would you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

“Huh!?”

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