When the person I used to admire, turned out to be a Yandere!

When the person I used to admire, turned out to be a Yandere! - Chapter 49- Nightmare?

“What do you need?”

What do I need? I need you Emi.

I need your support…your company. I need to talk to someone who knows me…with whom I can share my grief.

Why are you looking at me like I don’t matter to you? Am I nothing to you? Did I not become a person to be relied on? Did I do something wrong to you? Why are you not looking at me with your warm eyes? Why aren’t you welcoming me?

…in the end, I was nothing but a spare to you, huh?

“…nothing. See you…”

When I turned away, you never called out for me. And I had a feeling if I had looked at you again, my feelings for you would change. And I don’t want that, Emi.

I love you…and my feelings…I can never allow my feelings to waver.

You have been and always will be…

“My light.”

….

*HUFF* *HUFF*

Throwing the blanket off my body, I took deep breaths to calm my nerves.

My body was drenched with cold sweat and my mind was not in the correct place to discern where I was and what I was doing.

The dream…it felt ridiculous. It was so real that for once, I began to believe that I had a past with Emiko-san.

…like I knew her for ages but something happened between us which created a large gap in our relationship.

‘Fuck…I don’t want to remember it….’ Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried collecting my thoughts first.

It was the first time I had ever seen Emiko-san in my dreams…and surely, this was not something I could talk about openly. It was too bizarre to even think about.

“It’s already 8?” As my eyes went toward the clock, I realized how late I was in bed. Thankfully today was a holiday so no college. Although there was something I needed to discuss with my friends, I decided to first meet Emiko-san.

For some reason…her absence beside me was making me anxious. It felt like she had abandoned me, even though I knew, it wasn’t the case.

Getting up from the bed, I didn’t bother arranging the covers or setting my hair which I always do, but just walked out of the bedroom.

Barefoot, I reached the kitchen where Emiko-san busily preparing breakfast while humming a happy tone.

“Ah, Haru-kun. Morning.” As she turned to look at me, her smile faltered; probably because of my current disheveled state.

However, before she could have asked anything, I demanded, “Emiko-san…can you….can you just…let me hold you for a bit without asking me anything? Like just for a moment would do.”

I didn’t know what I was saying. I wasn’t actually thinking much before relaying my impulsive thoughts.

The stinging sensation in my heart just won’t go until I don’t hold her—was what continuously revolving in my head at the moment.

For once she looked quite concerned, but fortunately, she didn’t say a single word and nodded before stepping out of the kitchen.

I….ran.

“Ah!” I heard Emiko-san’s small yelp, because with the force which I hugged her, probably made her startle…but I didn’t care about it for now.

I just wanted to hold her and convince myself that she still was here with me. She wasn’t going to look at me with those eyes that expressed nothing but hatred and indifference.

Why was I feeling so scared of such a treatment from her when I was unsure of my feelings toward Emiko-san? I didn’t know. And at the moment, I didn’t care about it either.

I just wanted to be with her, and that’s what mattered the most.

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[Emiko’s POV:]

I have no idea what happened to Haru-kun, but he seemed shaken up because of something.

I didn’t know whether I had done something wrong or if someone else dared hurt him, but there was something I was absolute about.

I wish to erase all his worries, however possible.

I couldn’t ask what was troubling my Haru-kun this much, that he left behind all his reservations and embraced me like I would disappear if he let go.

Although I didn’t mind being held by him, it was rather concerning, what could make him so anxious.

Regardless, I followed his wish and didn’t say anything while our bodies remained connected.

After a few minutes, Haru-kun took a deep breath and detached himself from me, when I asked him,

“I don’t mind….you can stay a little more…” As I mentioned earlier, I could never get tired of being surrounded by my favorite warmth.

But Haru-kun shook his head with a soft smile on his lips before relaying his thoughts, “It’s enough. Thank you for your help.”

As Haru-kun spoke, he walked out of the kitchen and sat at the dining table with a smile never leaving his face.

…for some reason, that smile alone seemed quite dangerous for an unprepared early morning heart of mine.

“You don’t want to get freshen up?” I asked casually while leaning on the platform since generally, Haru-kun gets changed, first thing in the morning.

However today, “Not now. I just want to look at you, at the moment. So please, carry on with the cooking.”

“…”

…alright there was definitely something wrong with him today.

Did I piss him off last night, that’s why Haru-kun decides to kill me with his sweet tongue and devilish early morning bedhead charm?

‘No…that shouldn’t be the case…’ I shook my head and threw away the useless thoughts while my hand continued chopping the vegetables.

*CHOP* *CHOP*

My hand moved based on my muscle memory while my mind was curiously forged in the single and straight direction where Haru-kun was seated.

I assumed, he must have gotten bored looking at me and must have turned his head to enjoy the outside scenery…but when I lifted my gaze…

*THUD*

I can’t. This was too much!

I plopped down my spot, hidden my the kitchen station as looking at his smile at the moment was anything but healthy for my heart!

“Emiko-san?” The sound of Haru-kun’s hurried footsteps reached me and in no time, he crouched beside me, with clear concern written on his face.