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

“Go ahead and take a shower. I will arrange some clothes for you.” Since we both were drenched it wouldn’t be good to remain like this for long.

Unlike me, Emiko doesn’t have a strong constitution, which is why this untimely rain might prove to be harmful. Emiko even sneezed a little while ago.

“Umm…Haru-kun…if you don’t mind can you give me something oversized? Like a hoodie?”

I blinked in confusion before nodding.

I didn’t know why she would ask something oversized but asking questions would have delayed her from taking the bath.

Once she walked inside the bathroom, I stripped off my drenched clothes and got in my shorts and my upper body remained bare.

I slowly made my way toward the bathroom to put my soaked clothes in the basket near the door.

“Haru-huh?” My body froze at the spot as suddenly Emiko opened the door and looked at my almost naked self.

My back remained bent and my clothes were still a little above the basket

In times of emergency, I suddenly felt all my other emotions turning numb as I faced Emiko with a bold front, “Yeah? Anything wrong?”

I stood back up after putting the clothes in the basket and tried tucking my hands inside my shorts pocket…only to realize my shorts don’t have pockets.

Awkward…

We both remained standing while Emiko looked at me with her eyes never halting at one place.

Oi, where do you think you are looking?!

I was unable to keep up my facade as I found her eyes trailing down my body.

My face along with my whole body began to turn hot in embarrassment before I covered myself with my arms and glared at her, “Aren’t you becoming a pervert?”

Emiko finally seemed to be out of her daze as she began to turn red as well,

“S-sorry!” She hurriedly closed the door in my face and disappeared from my sight.

…seriously, what kind of light novel troupe I just went through….not to talk about, the roles were reversed…

My shorts weren’t wet so I walked inside the bedroom and looked inside the wardrobe.

I didn’t look into Nee-san’s wardrobe since I knew she didn’t have any oversized clothes, so I went with mine.

There was one with red and white patterns and this one was slightly loose for me. I took knee-length leggings from Nee-san’s cupboard before making my way back to the bathroom door.

I placed the clothes there before going back to my room. I didn’t want to repeat the same scenario.

Once Emiko was done bathing, I also took a quick shower before changing into a casual t-shirt and shorts before entering the living area.

…however, the scene I was greeted with, made me feel like turning away and hiding my face in embarrassment.

Sitting on the couch, Emiko currently was enjoying herself a lot. The source of her enjoyment? My hoodie.

She was sniffing the sleeve of the hoodie with a faint blush on her cheeks and giggling, like a child had received two chocolates in one pack.

I sighed before coughing aloud to let her know about my presence.

“Oh, Haru-kun. Thanks for lending me the clothes.”

…at least, pretend to be a little ashamed of your actions, Emiko.

Seeing that smile, I knew it was fruitless to bring out the topic, so I just sighed and walked toward the kitchen.

The rain outside was turning even more fierce which meant we could not go to search for the key yet.

Since there was a chance for Emiko to fall sick, I prepared a herbal tea with honey and ginger and served it with rice balls.

Emiko’s eyes sparkled seeing the tray in my hand before she asked, “Did you make it, Haru-kun?”

“Yup. As I have told you in the past, I know how to cook. It’s just you never let me cook.” The last part came out as a result of being not conscious of what I was saying.

I didn’t want to talk about those days we used to cohabitate since I knew, it would hurt both of us.

However, the bullet had already left the barrel and there was no point in changing the subject abruptly.

“I…just wanted Haru-kun to enjoy his youth without worrying about anything.” As I thought, her voice fell from her previous vigor as she responded in a slightly gloomy tone.

“…I wanted to flex my talent tho…”

Hearing my words, Emiko chuckled before she said, “I already have completely fallen for you, Haru-kun. That’s why you don’t have to go out of your way to impress me.”

*Munch*

With my face turning a tad bit hot, I munched on the rice ball and stopped looking her way.

The fact she was just expressing her honest thoughts made it more so embarrassing.

We both enjoyed the tea and rice balls in silence as the clock ticked near two.

Emiko insisted on carrying the dishes to the kitchen, that’s why I was left on the couch which was just opposite the kitchen.

Once inside, Emiko suddenly turned toward me before asking, “Haru-kun, what would you like to have for lunch? Since I cannot go back to my place, let’s have lunch together?”

Although it seemed she was asking, the way she tied the knot of the apron and was already moving toward the refrigerator, it was clear as day that she wouldn’t take a ‘no’ for an answer.

However, I didn’t want to let her cook.

Getting up on my feet I approached Emiko and took hold of the spatula that she picked a moment ago.

“Haru-kun?”

“Let me cook, you rest. Your voice seems little heavy and you are pretty vulnerable to rain. So just rel-”

“No can do, Haru-kun! I cannot let you cook when I am here.” She pulled the spatula in her direction while rebuking me.

I exhaled a heavy breath before reminding her, “Listen, this is my house and you are a guest. How can I let you cook?” I pulled the spatula in my direction.

Suddenly, Emiko’s sharp eyes turned moist and her hold on the spatula began to loosen up as she asked,

“A-am…I, just a guest, Haru-kun?”

“…”

*Dum* *Dum*

I heard my heartbeat right beside my ear, that strongly my heart was beating at the moment upon gazing at those innocent and round eyes.

Her whole demeanor oozed with pity and coupled with that tone she used… uh, why am I so weak against her?

“Fine…do whatever you want.”

“Yaay! You are the best.” She inched close to me and gave me a light kiss on the cheek before retreating.

I pretended to be not affected by that kiss, but with each step, I was reminded how shaky my legs could get.

Somehow returning to the bedroom, I slid down to the floor with my back pressed against the door.

‘…this is troublesome.’

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