The S-Class Beautiful Sisters at My New School Somehow Got Super Attached to Me and Ended Up Becoming Yandere Without Me Even Realizing It

Chapter 24

“By the way, I forgot to say this earlier, but the clubroom thing? The deadline’s the end of next month.”

On the way to the clubroom after school, Yuzuki-san said it super casually as we walked down the hallway.

“Huh? That means we’ve only got, like, a little over a month left.”

“Yeah, pretty much. From what I talked about with the teacher, it sounds like they wanna hand the room over to another club.”

“Then we gotta actually get some activities done and make something real happen before then, right?”

We reached the clubroom right at that moment.

This was still only my third or fourth time coming here, so I didn’t really feel attached or anything.

But… we already cleaned the place up, there were still tons of books I wanted to read, and

more than that… I finally got closer with Yuzuki-san.

I wanted to talk more about books here.

With Mizuki-san too, of course.

“Alright, let’s get started right away—”

“You guys are so slow.”

“…Mizuki-san?”

I walked in all pumped up, but Mizuki-san was already inside waiting for us.

“Mizuki, you’re here crazy early.”

“Well yeah, I gotta share some of my lunch-break time with Yuzuki too, right?”

“…So, did you decide what we’re doing?”

“Of course I did. Right, Tendou-kun?”

Mizuki-san shot me this look like she was begging me with her eyes.

I pulled the brown envelope out of my bag.

“…I brought it.”

“Hehe, lemme read it right now then.”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“The novel he wrote. Yuzuki, you should read it too.”

“Eh—wait, Mizuki-san, Yuzuki’s reading it too?”

“Obviously. Come on, hand it over already.”

“W-Wait, I’m not mentally ready yet—”

“What, is there something bad in there you don’t want me to see?”

“Uh… well…”

In the end, they both glared at me so hard I just handed over the envelope.

Mizuki-san pulled out the manuscript, and Yuzuki-san leaned over from behind to peek at it together.

It got pretty quiet.

I kept watching them nervously, heart pounding the whole time, wondering what they were gonna say once they finished.

“…Huh.”

Mizuki-san let out this little impressed sound.

Yuzuki-san was staring at the pages like she couldn’t look away.

“S-So… how was it?”

“Interesting.”

“Huh?”

“Isn’t the story super interesting? What do you think, Mizuki?”

“The writing’s total amateur hour, but the story itself is really good.”

I’d been totally expecting them to laugh at me, so their reactions threw me off completely.

“R-Really?”

“Yeah, I wanna know what happens next. The setting’s kinda cool too.”

“I’m honestly surprised. Tendou-kun, you’re actually pretty creative, huh.”

Getting praised out of nowhere made my skin crawl in that itchy way. I took the manuscript back from Mizuki-san and skimmed through what I’d written.

Feels nostalgic.

I think it was last year? I got so sick of doing nothing with myself that I just decided to try writing a novel on a whim.

But I got embarrassed partway through and quit.

Interesting… something I wrote is interesting?

“Hmm—”

“Well, your own work always feels like that. Plus, like I said earlier, the writing level’s about on par with an elementary school book report. If I edit that part for you, it could turn into something pretty decent.”

Mizuki-san said it all proudly and pulled a clear file out of her bag.

“What’s that?”

“My work. I usually write on the computer, but this is a copy of the one I did by hand for a contest that happened to accept handwritten entries. Read it.”

I took the manuscript paper out of the file she handed me and started reading right away.

The title was “Mockery.”

And just a few lines in, I couldn’t help making this low impressed noise.

“Wow, this reads like something a pro would write.”

“Hehe, and I’ve actually made it pretty far in a bunch of award contests with stuff like this.”

While Mizuki-san was looking even prouder, Yuzuki-san seemed kinda bored.

Well, yeah… someone who barely read any books until recently probably wouldn’t find it fun listening to novel talk right in front of her.

I kept glancing between the two of them while my eyes went back to the pages.

I kept reading for a while, and this time I started feeling a different kind of weirdness.

“Hmm.”

“What’s wrong? Run into some kanji you can’t read?”

“…No.”

After reading halfway through the story, my honest feeling was—

This is catastrophically boring.

I had no idea what it was even trying to say, and the little joke-like lines the characters threw out in conversation were so lame they actually made me cringe for them.

The style itself was practically pro-level, but…

What the hell is this…

“Um… so how’d this one do in the contest?”

“It passed the second round. They just said I should fix up the story structure better.”

“Structure, huh.”

The further I read, the more boring it got. That kind of feeling.

But maybe I just didn’t get it. Maybe my reading comprehension sucked.

No way in hell could I say “this isn’t interesting at all” out loud.

I was trying to figure out how to phrase my thoughts when—

“What is this? It’s mega boring.”

Out of nowhere, Yuzuki-san—who had somehow ended up right behind me—said it super bluntly.

“…Huh?”

“Yuzuki, since when can you judge my writing?”

“I’m not as smart as you, Mizuki, but I’ve been reading books lately, so I can at least tell whether something’s interesting or not. This? I have no clue what it’s even trying to say.”

She said it straight-up, and Mizuki-san immediately got in her face.

“Hey, Yuzuki, isn’t that way too rude?”

“You’re the one who told me to give my honest opinion.”

“I asked Tendou-kun. I didn’t ask someone who barely reads.”

“But most readers are normal people like me, right? If you wanna sell books, you should write something even people like that find interesting.”

They glared at each other hard.

I tried to jump in and calm things down, but Mizuki-san whipped around and shot me this sharp glare.

“What about you, Tendou-kun?”

“M-Me? Uh… well, the writing’s really good, but—”

“But the content’s boring?”

“I-I didn’t say that far—”

“But?”