When I Started Capturing the Academy Princesses, Things Turned into a Battlefield - V1 Chapter 06: The Fairy’s Past
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Chapter 06: The Fairy’s Past
Walking home together—it’s a classic event in romance simulation games.
It’s a prime opportunity to increase affection levels.
With the relaxed atmosphere after school, people tend to open up more, making it the perfect chance for deeper conversations.
Of course, it’s also an event where failure is possible.
If the conversation doesn’t flow, you risk being labeled as boring, and your affection points plummet.
That’s just in games, but in real life, it probably works the same way.
Back in elementary school, I used to walk home with my childhood friend all the time, so I guess you could say I had some experience with this event.
But back then, I hadn’t even realized my own feelings, so it never felt like anything special.
At school, we were constantly surrounded by other students, but now, there was no one around.
This was the perfect chance to make a move.
“Kanbara-kun, do you live nearby?”
“Yeah. If you go straight down this road, my house is just a few minutes away.”
“That’s really close. Did you choose Himegasaki Academy because of that?”
“That was the main reason, yeah.”
As we chatted, a park came into view.
It was a small park I used to play in as a kid—nothing fancy, just a couple of swings and a sandbox.
“Hey, let’s stop and talk for a bit.”
Going along with her suggestion, I followed her into the park.
Kazama headed straight for the swings and started swinging, looking genuinely happy.
I took a seat on the swing next to hers.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been on one of these. It’s fun.”
Kazama looked completely pleased with herself.
Was she trying to show a childish side, or was she genuinely having fun?
Either way, this was my chance.
After days of enduring her relentless attacks, my patience had worn thin.
Now that we were alone, with no classmates or interruptions, it was time to make my move.
“Are you sure playing on the swings is more fun than that little game where you make the guy next to you fall for you?”
“Eh—?”
Kazama immediately stopped swinging, freezing in place.
“W-Where did that come from?”
“Sorry, but I saw you getting confessed to the other day.”
“Confessed to?”
“A few days ago, in the empty classroom. Yamada confessed to you, didn’t he? And afterward, I heard you talking to yourself, looking pretty entertained.”
At those words, realization dawned on her.
“…So, you found out, huh?”
She let out a deep sigh.
“No wonder none of my attacks worked on you. Ugh, what a waste of effort. If you heard that, then yeah, of course, you wouldn’t fall for it. I really need to fix my habit of running my mouth when I get cocky.”
Kazama’s entire demeanor shifted.
The cheerful smile vanished from her face.
“Seriously though, if you knew, you should’ve said something earlier. I put in all that effort for nothing. Or wait… were you just enjoying the special treatment? Ugh, wow, Kanbara-kun, that’s pretty scummy of you. Acting all innocent when you were totally taking advantage of it. What a lowly mob thing to do. Ugh, you’re the worst~.”
Like hell I wanted to hear that from her of all people.
“So, what now? You planning to blackmail me?”
“Unlike you, I actually have a decent personality. No way I’d do something like that. Besides, even if I did, who at school would actually believe me?”
“Fair point. But you know, people who go around saying they have a ‘good personality’ are usually the worst.”
“Shut up.”
I couldn’t let this turn into a pointless argument.
Clearing my throat dramatically, I forced the conversation in a different direction.
“Anyway, why do you always go after the guy sitting next to you?”
At first, I thought it was just some nasty little game she played for fun.
But the more I watched her, the more I realized—it wasn’t just a game.
There was something almost obsessive about the way she did it.
There had to be more to it than just messing around.
“You really want to know?”
“Obviously.”
“Well, since you already figured things out, I guess I might as well tell you.”
Kazama kicked a small rock on the ground before slowly opening her mouth to speak.
“I used to be… a really gloomy kid. Plain, quiet, the type no one really noticed. I’d just sit in the corner of the classroom, completely ignored.”
That was hard to imagine, considering the way she was now.
“Surprised?”
“Yeah. Honestly, I am.”
“…I thought so.”
For some reason, she looked oddly satisfied by my reaction.
“The old, boring me fell for the boy sitting next to me. Oh, and just so you know, that was my first love. He was the class favorite—cheerful, social, and good-looking. Even though I was just a dull, plain girl, he still talked to me. Back then, to me, he felt like the sun itself.”
Guys like that exist everywhere.
The loud, energetic type who naturally becomes the center of the class.
The kind who gets carried away easily, too.
“One day, when my feelings got too strong to ignore, I decided to confess. I didn’t have a phone back then, but I didn’t have the guts to do it face-to-face either. So… I wrote a love letter.”
Kazama paused for a moment.
“What happened next?”
“The next morning, it was taped to the blackboard.”
“…That’s messed up.”
“The whole class laughed at me. That one really broke me.”
Damn. There were some real assholes out there.
—Seriously, pretty boys were the enemy.
“I was so shocked that I basically shut myself away. Locked myself in my dark little room, just thinking about how I could get back at him. All I could think about was revenge.”
“…”
“But… everything changed pretty quickly.”
Changed?
“My parents got divorced, and I had to move. I decided to take it as a fresh start—an opportunity to reinvent myself. I learned how to dress better, forced myself to be more outgoing, and studied like crazy. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by people. Guys started fawning over me, and the girls who wanted their attention started sucking up to me too.”
So she completely transformed herself through sheer effort.
“…Did you ever get your revenge on that first love of yours?”
I asked hesitantly.
Kazama grinned—completely carefree.
And nodded.
“When I was in middle school, my mom remarried, and we moved back to my hometown. And guess what? I ended up in the same class as him again. That guy—he didn’t even recognize me. I mean, my last name had changed, and I looked completely different, so I guess I can’t blame him. And as luck would have it, we ended up sitting next to each other again. So, I used all the techniques I had perfected… and made him fall for me. It only took a few days. Before I knew it, he was blushing like crazy and confessing to me.”
Kazama stared off into the distance as she spoke.
“That moment… it felt amazing.”
Weirdly enough, I kind of understood.
My past crushes had always ended before I could even confess, but if my second love had actually worked out, maybe I would’ve felt something similar toward my childhood friend.
“Of course, I rejected him. But even now, I can’t forget the satisfaction I felt at that moment.”
“So that’s what led to this?”
“Yep. Every time I sit next to a guy, I think about him. And before I know it, I just have to make them confess. Then, I turn them down.”
So, her first love’s revenge turned into a full-blown addiction.
And now, she was just… stuck in that mindset.
“That’s all there is to it. It’s not like I have a grudge against the guys I sit next to or anything. I just… can’t let it go. Maybe in a way, I’m still trapped by my first love. I mean, I’ve never fallen for anyone since.”
After finishing her story, Kazama looked… strangely relieved.
She was probably telling the truth.
There was no reason for her to lie about this.
…So, what now?
The logical choice would be to brush her off as just another toxic girl and walk away.
But right now, that wasn’t an option for me.
I had to capture Kazama.
If I outright rejected her, there was no way this would ever turn into a romantic relationship.
Would being kind to her be the right move?
Unfortunately, with my zero experience in romance, I had no idea what the right words were in a situation like this.
“That’s all there is to it. Thinking back as I talked about it, I guess I really am a pretty awful person. Oh well. So? What’s your take on all this?”
I couldn’t afford to say the wrong thing.
I couldn’t let my secret be exposed.
Everything depended on keeping my peaceful high school life intact—on avoiding the dreaded nickname Long-Text Niki.
I took a deep breath and made my choice.
“I get it now. And honestly? I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong. In fact… I’d say what you did was amazing.”