She is Reading My Thoughts Again Today - Chapter 8

Afternoon Shift Day

Once homeroom is over, students are generally free. If I say such a thing, I’m sure I’m going to be bombarded with assignments, tests, and club activities soon, but we are allowed to do anything in our free time, like preparing for exams or doing homework. So, I have to make sure that I manage my time properly and prepare for what’s coming next!

“What are you thinking about?”

Really. Maybe it’s because I’m tired, I’m not thinking straight.

I can’t wait to get back home.

I think most student thinks the same as I do. Almost all student in my class chose to leave the classroom and do what they want. The only person left in the class was kisaragi who was eating a tangerine.

“Why don’t you just eat it when you get home?”

“This one is for eating at school.”

“…yeah?”

This is not the time to talk about that. It’s time to think about my journal. If I don’t finish the journal and submit it to my homeroom teacher, I can’t go home. I was able to write about the classes and HR, but I just couldn’t finish the last section, the summary. I suppose I could write a lot if today was a day with an event at school, but today was just a very general day with nothing special happened. Those of us who were responsible for similar journal report, usually write down the status of the club activity they belong to. But what should I write? I’m a library committee member, I don’t have anything to do. This is not fair. I can’t write anything about my club activity. I can’t think of anything to write.

“Hey, Kisaragi.”

I need your help; I can’t think of anything to write my journal.

“Is there anyone you like, Hokuto-san?”

“Why?”

I have no idea why does she decide to ask me such question right now. But on the other hand, she is looking at me as if her expression saying ‘why don’t you understand?’

“Even though you can’t write anything about your club activities, you always can write about your hobby, reading.”

I never thought of that idea. I remembered the novel I just finished reading last night. It’s not a bad topic to write, and it’s not impossible to link it with social issues. Once I started writing, ideas just flow into my head. I can finish it, finally I can go home.

“Thank you, Kisaragi.”

“No problem, but I prefer your answer rather than your thanks.”

Her words seemed to be mixed with a little bit of irritation.

“No one, why did you ask me about that?”

If you read my thoughts, you would know if I like someone or not. Do you like me after all?

The moment I tried to tease her with such thoughts, she sighed without hiding her irritation.

“There are some things I can’t figure out just by reading thoughts. I asked because I couldn’t figure it out when I’m reading your mind.”

Where is her usual dry and flat tone? Her fast and rambling tone made me look up from my journal. She was staring at me with a serious expression.

“What’s wrong with you today?”

“I’m upset because of something. I am very sorry for taking out my anger on you, who have been followed around and bothered by me.”

I’m sorry as well. I’m sorry I laughed at your frustration. She shook her head as if to say, ‘it’s okay’.

“Now, back to the topic.”

“Go ahead.”

“I haven’t heard anyone’s thoughts since I met you. It’s really comforting. If I could, I wouldn’t want to let go of this.”

She said those words in a voice that is many times more emotional and sadder than usual. She said such lovely words that could have been mistakenly understood for something else. For a moment, I was breathless.

“But I know it will not work out that way. If Hokuto-san has someone he loves, I cannot stay by his side anymore.”

“Are you planning on leaving me?”

Her serious expression is overflowed with a dumb ‘huh’ confused expression.

“That’s a really great sentence.”

Looking back on it after I said it, it’s really a great line. Which romance game character was I’m playing? I’m amazed that there were such words in my vocabulary.

“But I’m not wrong, am I?”

“That’s right. I think it’s safe to say that you will never, ever leave me.”

The conversation continued as if I’m playing the climax part of a dating simulator game. I never thought I would hear such words in real life.

The real world doesn’t have ‘fixed route’ as dating simulator games does. Therefore, I will say it first.

“If I am irritating you or I changed in some way you don’t like, please tell me as soon as possible. Because I’m going to change myself back as I was.”

After I said all that, she closed her mouth with her hand. If this was a game, this conversation would be the climax, this would be the most exciting scene in the game. Her love gauge will be at max. The ending will be full of love.

“I don’t know about that.”

I wonder whether I should say something or not, my thoughts are being read anyway.

“It’s too hard for me.”

Not long after, her expression and voice became as they used to be.

“At least I got this journal done thanks to you. I’m going to submit it.”

“You were writing your journal when we were talking about that just now?”

“I feel pressured if I don’t finish it as soon as possible. Come, lest go home.”

I got up from my desk, and grabbed my bag with the opposite hand of my journal.

“’I told you that it’s too hard for me, but you’re going home with me?”

I chuckled at the voice behind me.

“I’m a gentleman.”

I heard a small but audible laugh. I made sure she was behind me following as I leave the classroom.