My Yandere Childhood Friend Understands Me - Chapter 8 My Childhood Friend Ahh~ me

“That thing from so long ago, it doesn’t matter now, right?”

Oh, Mitori, well said.

Give her more, this shotacon.

“Basically, I’m engaged too, you know?”

…Hmm?

“In kindergarten, he said, ‘When we grow up, let’s definitely get married!'”

“Shut up!”

“Ouch!”

I finger flicked the forehead of the pervert who was making stuff up.

The pervert cowered on the spot, holding her forehead.

“What are you doing! Stop making up stuff! That was just pretend play!”

“Tsk.”

“Don’t ‘tsk’ me. Seriously…”

“Hahaha! You got scolded~”

“You too!”

Time passed as I scolded the pervert and shotacon for getting so carried away.

“…S-Sotarou… Forgive me, my knees have reached their limit!”

“S-Souta-chan, it’s almost dinner time… right?”

Watching the two kneeling people from above, I sighed.

I’d like to scold them a bit more, but realistically, it might not be the best time.

With a sigh, I concluded my lecture.

“sigh… Well, whatever. You can stop kneeling now.”

The two stood up from their seiza positions, legs wobbly from numbness.

It was their own fault.

“Dinner is ready~”

Just as dinner was ready, Satsuki-san called us.

“Yaaay~”

The pervert and shotacon started moving with wobbling knees.

If they’ve learned their lesson, I hope they won’t say strange things anymore. Seriously.

“I-Iori-san.”

“What?”

…Ah, if you look closely, the highlights are gone from Mitori’s eyes.

“I won’t hand over Soutarou, you know?”

“Oh, is that a challenge?”

“No, it’s a warning.”

“…Huh?”

Iori-nee’s tense face loosened in an instant.

Well, yeah.

I sort of expected this.

But still… Can you at least let me say one thing?

“Please don’t complicate things…”

“Warning… What does that mean?”

“Who Soutarou likes… is enough with just me. That’s the warning.”

“…Uhm, Souta-chan. How am I supposed to react to this?”

Iori-nee looked puzzled as she asked, but please don’t ask me…

And… Is Mitori’s yandere level increasing?

Is it just my imagination?

“…Anyway, let’s eat…?”

Satsuki-san is probably waiting.

“Yeah~ Let’s go?”

“Itadakimasu.”

“…Why is Mitori here like it’s normal?”

“It’s fine, isn’t it? Food tastes better when shared with more people. Right, Mitori-chan?”

“Yes! I love your meals, Auntie!”

“I love Satsuki-san’s cooking too!”

Iori-nee chimed in.

“Ara, I’m happy to hear that~”

Oh, is there no one on my side?

With everyone seated, I silently continued eating.

By the way, Dad seems to be out drinking with the neighborhood association.

The girls were having a lively time.

“Soutarou”

“Hmm?”

Mitori, sitting next to me, picked up a piece of fried chicken with her chopsticks and held it out to me.

“Say aah~♡'”

“No, I can eat it by myself.”

“Nyaa!”

What’s with that ‘nyaa!’?

Are you a baby?

Damn it, Satsuki-san, don’t look at me like that!

“No, I told you, I can feed myself!”

I said this and reached out to take a piece of fried chicken on my plate, but Mitori grabbed my hand.

“What’s this? Soutarou doesn’t want me to feed him? Heh…..”

The highlights disappeared from Mitori’s eyes.

Isn’t that happening a lot lately?

“Soutarou. Say ahh~”

Mitori pushed the fried chicken further in front of my mouth

It can’t be helped, can it……

I’ll have to brace myself here…

“Ah, nom…”

The mouth was filled with the juices of meat and a soy-based sauce.

…It doesn’t taste that great.

“Sotaro ♡ What do you want to eat next?”

…There’s more?