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 72

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“Ahh, the long weekend’s coming up soon, huh? Did you go anywhere last year or something?”

On the way home, I stretched both arms out to catch the breeze and casually tossed out the question.

“Nah, I pretty much just laze around every year.”

“Hmm. Oh yeah, where’s your hometown again, Tendou-kun?”

“Like, two hours by train toward the ocean from here. Pretty countryside.”

“Nice, having the sea nearby sounds kinda cool. Around here it’s all unnecessarily city-like but there’s no ocean at all.”

“Well, I never really went anyway.”

“Hmm.”

So… wanna go together?

The words didn’t jump out right away. Guess I’m still not that honest.

And yeah, I’m kinda spineless too.

Ayaha and Mizuki both managed to actually tell him how they felt—even if things ended up kinda vague in the end.

But me? I still haven’t said a single word.

Even though we’re finally alone together like this.

“Yuzuki-san, if you get time off, is it bowling again?”

“I’m not spending the whole break there, you know. It costs money. When I’m free I just go running or flop around at home.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I’m gonna go broke if I keep buying books like this.”

“Ugh, I wanna get a part-time job so bad, but our school bans it. Seriously, if there was even a beach nearby I’d go swimming or just wander along the shore, y’know?”

So wanna go together?

I catch myself hoping he’ll say it, but all I can manage is more roundabout crap. I’m getting sick of myself.

“You seem like you’d be really good at swimming, Yuzuki-san.”

“Yeahhh, I guess. I even won the local swim meet back home once.”

“Wow, no surprise there. Oh hey, why didn’t you join a sports club here?”

A question I wasn’t expecting at all.

This topic always ends up dragging on once I start.

It’s not exactly a cheerful story either.

But… I actually want Tendou-kun to hear it.

“I told you I did softball, right? I kept playing in middle school for a while too, but then some stuff happened.”

“Was it… bullying or something?”

“Kinda the end result, yeah. I was the ace in second year. But when it came time to enter players for the tournament, the advisor—who almost never shows up—handled the paperwork. And instead of me, he registered Mizuki, who was in the go-home club.”

“Wait, what? Couldn’t you fix it?”

“Of course the teacher who messed up and the coach and everyone tried super hard to appeal, but they only noticed on the actual day. Rules are rules, so in the end I couldn’t play. Obviously Mizuki wasn’t gonna play either.”

“So… what happened then?”

“We got crushed because our ace wasn’t there. And then the third-years who couldn’t yell at the teachers, plus their parents, all turned on us at once. That’s the vibe.”

“Turned on you? But you were the victim!”

“Yeah, but someone had to take the heat, I guess. ‘It’s your fault for looking so similar’ and all that. Around the same time I was already fed up with people mistaking me for someone else I didn’t wanna be mistaken for. Everything just piled up and I was like… yeah, clubs aren’t for me anymore.”

It was the final blow for me, who’d already started distrusting guys after getting mistaken for Mizuki by a senior she liked. But I can talk about it lightly now probably because I already knew most of the upperclassmen didn’t like me much anyway.

“She’s just a first-year but acts all high and mighty.”

“Pretty and good at sports? How annoying.”

I’d been hearing that kind of whispering forever.

So saying “it’s the twins’ fault for looking alike” was just them picking a fight.

But realizing that if I wanted to play sports with other people I’d have to put up with that crap forever… it all just felt exhausting.

That’s really all it was.

“…That’s messed up. Like, it’s the person who mixed you up that’s at fault, not you guys looking similar.”

“But everyone mixes us up. They confess to me thinking I’m Mizuki with zero bad intentions. They get all buddy-buddy with Mizuki thinking she’s me. Some people never even realize. And even the ones who figure it out don’t think they did anything wrong. ‘You’re twins, you look alike, you’re identical—so of course I got confused.’”

That’s why I…

No, why we…

Started thinking all guys who only approach us based on looks without knowing who we really are are basically the same.

That’s all it is.

And then…

“…Being twins comes with problems most people wouldn’t understand, huh. I feel like I kinda get now why Mizuki-san always seems a little distant with other people.”

“Thanks to that, our reputation is trash except for being pretty. Snake, prickly, devil, you name it. Well… it does keep the creepy guys away, so that part’s actually easier.”

“You two aren’t snakes or thorns or devils or anything. You’re kind, hanging out with you is fun, you teach me tons of stuff I didn’t know. If I ever hear someone say crap like that, I’m gonna get mad.”

Tendou-kun says it completely straight-faced and dead serious. He’s different from everyone else.

The reason he can tell us apart is probably because he senses something in us that other people don’t.

The side of Mizuki that’s so uniquely her.

The side of me that’s uniquely me.

He really sees it, accepts it, acknowledges it.

That’s why I…

“Tendou-kun.”

“Hm? What’s up?”

“Heh, don’t get into another fight like last time, okay? If you get punched again and collapse I’m gonna worry.”

“S-sorry. I just kinda… that time…”

“No, it’s fine. That’s just how you are.”

That’s why.