The Story Of A Girl Who Can Read People’s Minds (It's you who saved me) - 0 - Prologue
Prologue
I, Toru Hasumi, have become a flowery girl in high school this year. I’ve also begun living alone, although it’s in an apartment run by my relatives and not something I set up myself. (TLN: “Flowery girl” most likely means cheerful or bright)
This was a perfect situation for me to enjoy my youth to its fullest. However, I had a fatal problem.
Question:What is that problem, you say?
Answer:I can read the minds of any people around me.
Objectively, I felt that my body and appearance were far above an average person’s. And after I hit puberty, the voices in the minds of the men around me had slowly changed into something awful for me.
I thought about going to an all-girls school to solve this situation, but I decided to go and apply to a co-ed high school in order to gain experience with men since I knew it would be impossible to live with only women in the distant future.
Nonetheless, I was pretty lucky in a sense, since my parents were already gone by the time I realized it. I grew up in my grandmother’s house in a marginal village near the countryside.
My grandfather had a hobby of collecting books, and as I kept going through his collection, I realized that it wasn’t normal to be able to read minds. Furthermore, I didn’t have many opportunities to play with any children my age, so I was able to grow up without being creeped out by their thoughts, so I slowly learnt how to handle them without any external interference..
I think that was really convenient for me, because from junior high school onwards, I had moved to the city and got involved with a lot of different people. If I had slipped up even once, I might have gotten myself in a precarious situation.
However, it seems that the men of this world really like to think about that sort of thing in their heads.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m wearing my summer clothes now, but even the very mature-looking boy sitting next to me now often thinks about things that can’t be said out loud.
Honestly, everyone is so different when it comes to what they say and how they look, i.e. what they show off to others on the outside and what they truly think about on the inside, which makes me feel very unpleasant.
I hope that when we change seats in today’s homeroom, I’ll be surrounded by girls so that I can feel much more at ease.
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I walked towards the teacher’s desk to draw the lots for our new seats.
Every time I went past a group of men, many bothersome thoughts flowed into my head. Honestly, I hated it. I think I would have gone crazy if I wasn’t such a plain girl.
No, if anything, it’s because of this ability and me trying to desperately protect my heart that I have become such a plain person.
I drew a lottery ticket and found out that I was seated in the last row, right next to the window. This will eliminate a lot of possible seats for any boys to be seated next to me.
My depressed mood recovered a little as I thought about that. As I walked back to my seat, I felt a lot lighter compared to when I arrived to draw the lottery.
After all the lots were drawn and everyone began changing their seats, the final result was that the front and the diagonally right people seated near me were girls, but the one seated right next to me was a boy.
Well, that’s what I was prepared for when I chose to go to a co-ed school, so I’ll just give up for now and say hello to my neighbor.
I don’t know his name because I don’t try to remember any of the boys very much.
“Toru Hasumi. Nice to meet you.”
“Himuro Makoto. Nice to meet you too.”
When I greeted him, he replied back to me in the exact same way. (TLN: tf do you expect him to say)
Short black hair, dark eyes, and paired with a very common and unremarkable appearance.
But unlike any of the other boys, he wasn’t very shy nor was he trying to be super friendly to me, and his straightforward and heartfelt way of saying that left a deep impression on me. That’s what made me a little curious about him.
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About half a month has passed since our class had changed seats.
Himuro-kun and I greeted each other and had some practical conversations from time to time, but we rarely talked about anything else.
But to be honest, it was very comfortable for me.
He treated me not as a member of the opposite sex, but purely as just a classmate, and he seemed to have no ulterior motives towards me whatsoever.
In addition, he was kind enough to selflessly carry any heavy things for me, as well as lend me some school supplies whenever I forget to bring them to school.
Although he rarely changes his expression, it can be said that he is a perfect ten out of ten for me.
‘I hope he’s still alongside me when we change seats next time’, I appreciated him enough to think so in my head.
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It’s been about a month since the day we switched seats.
As my recognition of Himuro-kun went up, I gradually started talking to him more and more.
He had very few words to say to me, and he doesn’t change his expression much, but it’s easy to know what he’s thinking even without reading his mind.
Whenever he feels hungry, you can hear his stomach rumbling, or when he feels sleepy, he gradually enters a sleeping position to avoid being recognized.
Besides that, he also seems to be the type of person to speak his mind clearly, and doesn’t hesitate to say no to anything that seems troublesome to him. Even if a cute girl in the class asks him to do anything, he wouldn’t hesitate to say no in response.
It had been a month since I started sitting next to him, and I noticed that I tend to sleep more peacefully at night these days.
Apparently, I feel more at ease these days with him next to me because he has such a refreshing personality that does not ever change.
‘If it were possible, I’d rather the next seat change would just never come’ It seems that I’ve gotten accustomed to this comfortable life-style at school, it’s to the point that I started thinking about such selfish thoughts in my mind.
Translator: Jelt
Editor: Spynine01