She is Reading My Thoughts Again Today - chapter 33

She is Sitting Far Away from Me Day

It’s actually been a long time since I went to school wearing my uniform, but I don’t really feel it’s been a long time because I often went so school during the summer break.

It’s the beginning of the second semester.

Without hiding her melancholy mood, she opened the door and strode into our classroom.

“Please, Kisaragi-san!”

“Huh?”

I looked at her even though it’s not my name she is calling. Kisaragi is in the back of the class, there are several girls around her and our eyes met. I instantly turned away and went to my seat. My head is full of questions, why are there people around Kisaragi? Is she being forced to an awkward situation? No, that shouldn’t be it, Kisaragi is the kind of person who refuses things she dislikes. Besides, the female student was calling out to Kisaragi desperately.

“I only can ask Kisaragi for this favor, please help me.”

Yeah, she asked Kisaragi a request as if she is really desperate.

“Okay then, can I have your number? Ah of course, don’t worry, I’ll delete it once it’s over.”

“Thank you very much!”

Unsurprisingly, Kisaragi agrees to help her and asked her number. Last time they had to ask me to tell Kisaragi about their requests, but this time they just go straight to Kisaragi. Well, I think it’s better this way, as long as it’s just female students.

“Me too! Please!”

They are starting to make a lot of noise. Apparently, there are some boys asking Kisaragi some favors also.

“Yeah, sure. But may I accept three requests at a time? If you insist, please leave me your number and I’ll contact you as soon as I’m free.”

They exchanged contacts as usual.

Then they returned to their classrooms and seats after the bell rang. By the time the homeroom teacher arrives at the class, Kisaragi is still there.

What the hell is she trying to do?

From here my thoughts can’t reach her, she can’t read my thoughts.

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“I heard that the junior you helped was talking about how Nao-chan helped his relationship ecstatically. Apparently, it was spread during the summer break.”

“And this is the result?”

“That’s right.”

Mikinori glanced at me and cowered his shoulders. I guess that’s how stern my voice and expression have become. I have no appetite at all and my bento is not getting any less. I know why I don’t have any appetite at all, it’s Kisaragi. However, I don’t know what it is about Kisaragi that makes me so emotional. Even now, when I can’t see her, all I can think about is her.

“What’s with that? Do you want to have Nao-chan just for yourself?”

“No, that’s not it. Absolutely not.”

I’m not Kisaragi’s boyfriend, I’m not even sure if I can be called her friend. It’s ridiculous for me wanting to have Kisaragi just for myself.

“That’s not very convincing.”

I expected he would say that. Since this morning, the whole class has been looking at me warmly. It’s as if I’m no longer of any use to them. I don’t even have that kind of relationship to Kisaragi.

“I think that’s a lie…”

“All right, I’m sorry. Stop looking at me like that.”

Mikinori holds out a mirror to show me what kind of face I have. My eyes are really murky as if made of mud. I don’t even know why do I look like that, so there’s no way changing how I look. I gave up eating my lunch and closed the lid of my bento.

“Well, if you can’t your lunch, would you like to eat some jellies?”

It’s a bite-sized jelly, but just hearing the word ‘jelly’ reminds me of Kisaragi eating tangerine jellies in my mind. I shook my head, I think I’m seriously ill. He is so worried about me that he puts the jellies into my bag and told me to eat them later.

Leaning his elbow to the desk he says,

“She really can read other people’s minds huh?”

I can neither deny of affirm.

“If the words spread like this, more and more people will be scared just to see Nao-chan when they are talking about love, don’t you think? They will think that they don’t have any privacy around Kisaragi.”

“…privacy?”

It’s wrong to ask such thing to her, she wouldn’t want to hear or know about people’s thoughts either if she could. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed me around like that. Even in elementary school she shook off her admirers.

But why is she helping them now?

“Why do you think she helps them?”

“Well, how could I know something that you don’t know?”

“Okay then, let’s change the question. Why does a person start to approach people when she used to avoid them?”

“Maybe that person knows it will benefit her?”

It’s my fault, isn’t it? I cover my own face.

“Maybe that’s why you’re grumpy about.”

Yeah, there is no way to deny it. I want Kisaragi just for myself.