The Story Of A Girl Who Can Read People’s Minds (It's you who saved me) - 18 - Chapter 3 - Toru Hasumi ③
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Chapter 3 – Changing Relationships
Toru Hasumi ③
The next day, my body clock seemed to be functioning well, and I woke up at my usual time, when it was still dimly lit.
It’s the same room, at the same time as usual. But unusually, my body was feeling great, it was so light that I felt I could do anything I wanted.
“I must have fallen asleep…… but when was the last time I slept so comfortably?”
It was still dark and I could only vaguely see the inside of the room. But I didn’t turn on the lights and only moved the curtains a little bit to increase the amount of light in the room.
I hope he doesn’t wake up, I wanted to look at his sleeping face for a while.
I really like him, don’t I?
The only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and the sound of his pleasant sleeping breaths.
I turned my body to the side and kept staring at his face, which looked younger than when he was awake, not getting tired a single bit.
How long had I been doing that? The next thing I knew, he had woken up, dazzled by the sunlight streaming through the curtains.
I guess it was because he was asleep with me in bed and he was leaning against the wall. His outstretched body was making incessant ticking noises.
Then, noticing my gaze, he spoke to me with a sleepy look on his face.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
Just looking at him made me happy. But I was even happier when I thought he was looking back at me.
“What is it? Is there something on my face?”
It was probably because I was staring at him too much. He touched his mouth as if he was wiping some drool off his face.
But I was too embarrassed to tell him the truth
“You have two eyes, a nose, and a mouth on your face.”
But he seemed to be on board with my foolish banter.
“Huh? Did I drop my eyebrows in my sleep?”
“Ahaha. I’m sorry, your eyebrows are on your face too.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his troubled expression as he rubbed his eyebrows with both hands.
It’s really unfair that he is so expressive only at times like this.
I laughed for a while and then apologized to him, who was still looking sleepy, over yesterday.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep last night.”
“That’s all right. After all, I was asleep too.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“You really don’t have to worry about it. I enjoyed your cute sleeping face.”
No matter how hard I looked into his heart, I could not find any hidden emotions within him.
He really is a good person from the bottom of his heart. He is kind, warm, and I feel like he wraps me up in whatever he does.
But that’s why the dark feeling of not wanting to let him go, the feeling of wanting to own him comes up in my mind.
“…Is it okay for me to take a picture and make it my wallpaper?”
I’m afraid I’ll get stabbed on the street at night by jealous men, so no thanks.”
“I see. Too bad. You’re going to make me a delicious breakfast to make up for it. Right?”
I want to spend more time with you. I want to have you all to myself. I suppress these feelings from escalating any further, and spin those words to make my wish come true.
“Uh. Well then…”
And just as I was rejoicing at my hoped-for response, his phone suddenly rang.
Apparently, he had forgotten that he had plans with someone else.
“Sorry, I forgot I had plans with my friends.”
Normally, I would have been able to cover it up. However, after having experienced such a happy time with him, and the moment when I thought it had just been decided that it would continue for a little bit longer, I couldn’t help but look at him as if I was blaming him.
“I’m sorry.”
I don’t want to say it back, but my feelings were at such a height that something I didn’t expect to say came out of my mouth.
“Going to a friend’s house. It sounds like a lot of fun. I’ve never been to a friend’s house since I was in high school. I’m so jealous.”
“No, I’m really sorry.”
I never once thought that being able to read minds was a good thing. But only now, at this exact moment, I felt glad that I could read his mind.
I was able to suppress the jealousy that came out of my mouth, because I was able to see into his mind, which was affected by my anger.
He did nothing wrong. It’s always me who is at fault.
I am a selfish woman who’s annoyed at people who don’t consider other people’s feelings, but someone who can’t do it herself.
An ugly woman who stands around calculating, disguising her words, faking her expressions.
I am even jealous of his friends. I can’t even be his friend.
In the first place, I’m probably not worthy of him. That’s why my approach to him is always self-centered and spinning out of control.
I think that he was the only one able to be friends with me, but in his mind, I have always been just the person sitting next to him.
That’s exactly what our relationship is, a one in which I don’t even know his number, so I can’t even make his phone ring, that seemed to me to be the best proof of it all.
“….No, it’s okay. It was planned so it can’t be helped.”
The real me is not the smart, ladylike, mature person that people think I am.
I am childish, cunning, and very possessive.
I don’t think he would like me after seeing my true self.
“Look, you’re going to be late. You’re making them wait for you, so you have to get going. Come to think of it, I have a lot of laundry to do too. Living alone is a lot more of a busier life than you might think.”
I piled up words one after another as if to hide my weakness.
I should have had the courage to step in, but the distance between me and him became even more distant.
I cannot lead a normal life. I cannot live without giving up. I cannot remain calm.
So I shouldn’t be greedy. It’s the same as before, and it always will be.
“It’s summer vacation for us high school students. You have to enjoy it so……… bye-bye.”
“Ah, well bye then.”
Bye. I muttered that to his back in my mind. But for some reason, he didn’t leave and stopped moving at the entrance in an unnatural way.
“What’s wrong?”
I asked, and he looked back at me.
“……You said you were jealous of me going to my friend’s house?”
“Eh? Ah, yes, I might have said that?”
I flinched at the strong, uncharacteristic look he gave me.
He then exhaled lightly and threw a few unexpected words at me.
“If you want. you can come to my house sometime…?”
He is the type of person who has a firm sense of self. For this reason, he does not seem to have any trouble being alone at all, and he does not often invite anyone to do anything.
That is why his words were so shocking and captivated my thoughts.
“Toru?”
I thought I was the only one who felt like we were getting along, and that in his mind I was just someone who was sitting next to him.
I thought it was just my smugness and that I kept spinning my wheels.
But it seems like I was wrong. Little by little, but steadily, he and I are getting closer.
“I’ll go! Absolutely, I’ll be there. I’ll go right away.”
I can’t contain my excitement at this unexpected scenario. I couldn’t care how I’ll be seen by him, and I’m as excited as a child.
“No, wait a minute. You can’t come over right now. I’ll call you later. Here, take out your phone.”
He hands my phone back to me, and on the screen is his newly registered contact information.
“I’m going home today. I’ll call you later.”
On the screen is an icon of a strange character. It was strangely reassuring, just like him.
I held it carefully in both my hands, as if it had become a national treasure.
“I’ll be expecting you. You’ll definitely call me, right?”
“Oh, and thanks for dinner last night. See you later.”
“Un. See you later.”
These are words we exchanged many times when we were sitting next to each other.
However, the meaning was completely different from when we used them at school.
Because they were words of promise to see each other again of our own volition.
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Author’s afterword:
Toru-chan is a very serious person, because of her circumstances. I don’t want to make the story heavy, but please forgive me.
Also, as is the case with all of my works, I don’t write anything other than the overall plot, so please don’t expect me to update regularly every day. I write and take a break depending on my mood.
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ED: Spynine01