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 27

Chapter 27

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“…glance.”

While I was typing away at my usual novel on the laptop, I kept sneaking looks at Tendou-kun every now and then.

The way he was seriously staring down at the manuscript paper, frowning and thinking hard… It looked so cool.

Seriously, so cool.

Not just in a “he’s hot” kinda way.

Of course his gentle-looking face is nice too.

But it’s how kind he is, how gentlemanly, and above all, those eyes that actually look at me properly.

They’re amazing.

I really fell for him.

“…glance.”

And every once in a while, my eyes drifted past him to Yuzuki behind him.

I couldn’t believe that rough-around-the-edges girl was actually sitting there so focused, seriously reading a book.

No way she had that much sense of responsibility just to protect this clubroom… right?

I dunno if she even realizes it or not.

But I’m not gonna lose.

Besides, I’m already his partner now.

So go ahead and struggle with reading stuff you’re not used to.

“…haa.”

I kept looking over at him again and again.

But he never once looked back my way.

Does he still not even notice me?

…No, right now I gotta focus on what’s in front of me.

I need to get better myself too.

Someday I’ll take his ideas and put them into my words.

Make something amazing, and then.

I’m definitely gonna make him turn around and look at me.

♡

“…glance.”

While reading my book, I kept sneaking looks at Tendou-kun.

Seeing him face the paper so seriously, groaning to himself, it made this weird foggy feeling bubble up inside me.

I got kinda jealous that both of them had this shared hobby and skill with writing.

Watching Tendou-kun look so alive like that… was working together with Mizuki really that much fun for him?

I knew in my head he was doing it to save the clubroom, but some part of me still ended up thinking stuff like that.

Like Mizuki was the only one who really got him.

Like he wasn’t even looking at me.

Why did Tendou-kun bother me so much?

It wasn’t just some simple “I like him” thing.

It was all kinds of feelings—rivalry with Mizuki, jealousy, everything—making my chest feel tight.

“…haa.”

Tendou-kun was scribbling away like crazy, totally focused, and he never looked over here.

I knew right now Mizuki was the one getting close to him.

But I wanna know more about you too.

I want you to know more about me too.

“…I want you to tell me about way more books.”

♤

“…phew.”

Probably about an hour had passed.

I’d taken all the different story ideas I’d been thinking about and desperately tried to organize them onto the paper in my own way.

The genre was the rom-com stuff I usually read.

A normal everyday protagonist ends up getting the interest of the school’s top Madonna because of some trigger, but that girl has a pretty heavy yandere side, and without him even knowing, everyone else already sees her as his girlfriend.

The yandere keyword probably popped into my head because of that book Yuzuki-san bought me the other day.

And maybe a tiny bit of my own wishful thinking was mixed in there too.

In stories, those messed-up girls usually go full crazy.

But in real life, I think they’re just people with really deep feelings who can’t stop loving one specific person more than anything.

So someday.

I don’t know when, but if I ever get someone I really like and they like me back.

If I had to choose, maybe I’d actually prefer someone a little on the heavy side over someone too laid-back and chill.

I just wrote down that fantasy of mine straight onto the paper.

It was kinda embarrassing to show this to Mizuki-san and Yuzuki-san, but like Mizuki-san said, worrying too much about what other people think wasn’t gonna get me anywhere.

They’d both read my cringy black-history stuff before without making fun of me.

So right now, I just wanted to be even a little helpful to them.

“…Done.”

I muttered that to no one in particular, and right away I heard the scrape of a chair being pushed back.

“You finished? Can I read it first?”

“Mizuki, reading it is my job, isn’t it? I go first.”

For some reason they suddenly started fighting over my manuscript.

“W-wait, you two. Let’s just take turns or something.”

“I’m telling you I’m first!”

“Mizuki, go write your own novel already.”

“You hurry up and finish that book!”

They glared at each other, neither backing down even a step.

This wasn’t going anywhere.

…Ugh, guess I gotta.

“Um, how about Yuzuki-san reading it first for now?”

“Huh? Why Yuzuki?”

“Well… I kinda wanna hear her straight-up honest thoughts first, y’know? Before getting into the finer details. A-and of course I want your advice too after that, Mizuki-san.”

When I tried to smooth things over with Mizuki-san—who looked kinda pissed about being put second—she thought about it for a second and then went, “Fine, whatever. That works.”

“Okay then, Yuzuki, hurry up.”

“Got it. Let me see it, Tendou-kun.”

Yuzuki-san looked really happy that she got to read it first and picked up the pages.

I watched the two of them and just let out a tired sigh.

I slumped back in my chair, looked up at the ceiling, and finally took a breather.