Chapter 17: I Want to Awaken a Possessive-Type Talent — Step 6: Give Her a Cherishing Heart!

I couldn’t help but be fed up with how naive my plan was, and how completely off-target my direction had been.

How did I not realize the “ask her for a favor” direction…?

It’s honestly amazing.

Well, regret won’t fix anything. Now that my direction is set, all I can do is push forward.

Everything is for yandere.

So, the next day, I decided I’d ask her for a favor.

Alright, here we go! I mean, at this point, this is literally my only plan.

“Hey, hey—I’ve got a small favor to ask.”

That’s what I said as I talked to her.

Maybe because it’s rare for me to be the one to approach her, she looked a little surprised.

But she quickly smiled, and—

“What is it? Sure~”

she said brightly.

Thank goodness. If she’d refused here, there would’ve been zero progress, and I would’ve been forced into a major course correction.

After that, every few days, I started asking her for favors. Sometimes I’d have her show me her notes, sometimes I’d have her lend me a Papipu CD.

And every time, I put on a huge smile and tried to make it clear: Because of what you did, I was able to be happy.

But even after a few days of that, nothing changed. It’s not like she made a face at me for coming to ask regularly, but she didn’t seem like she was thinking as far as how I felt about what she was doing.

Man… is it not working…? I really thought it was a good plan.

Well, until I come up with the next plan, I’ve got no choice but to keep going for now.

Today, too, I was about to call out and ask her for a favor.

And then—

“Hm? What’s up? Need my notes?”

She spoke to me first.

“Huh?” I froze, surprised.

This had never happened before.

I mean, she was the type who would ask favors, but unless someone asked her, she didn’t really feel like doing something for their sake.

And yet, from her side, I could feel that “Do you want me to do something for you?” kind of consideration for the other person.

I started thinking that maybe a small change was happening in her.

After a few more days, that feeling got even stronger, and her change became something not just I noticed, but all kinds of people did.

If she saw someone struggling, she started offering a hand on her own, and if someone did something for her, she started properly saying thank you—no matter who it was.

Honestly, that’s normal. But compared to how overbearing she’d been before, it was nothing short of a miracle—so much so that for a while, people were even whispering that she’d turned into a completely different person.

After that, this is just what I heard through rumors.

Apparently, she made up with her boyfriend.

And somehow, it was her who apologized to him, and she started devoting herself to him.

That behavior was something you never would’ve expected from the old her—and with a just-right amount of possessiveness as a nice accent, her boyfriend is supposedly crazy about her.

Thank goodness. She went from menhera to yandere, her relationship with her boyfriend leveled up, and it’s all happy-happy!

Her boyfriend is definitely obsessed with yandere.

That means I’ve succeeded in giving birth to the second yandere in this world!

Thank goodness—there was a moment where I really wondered how it was going to turn out.

By holding a cherishing heart alongside her already-awakened talent, she fully awakened into a splendid possessive-type yandere. The plan hadn’t failed.

She probably had that cherishing heart in her from the start, too. She just didn’t have a trigger for it to bloom.

I think that by creating that trigger, I was able to make her even more charming.

Good. Your charm is being conveyed to your boyfriend as much as it possibly can be. And I think that charm will reach not just him, but your female friends, too.

By the way, you don’t think I’m just leaving Sugisawa alone—like, once I “make a yandere,” I’m done—do you?

Don’t worry. That’s not how it is. There’s no way I’d do something that would make a yandere sad.

I’ve already got a plan in place.

Chapter 18: I Want to Awaken a Possessive-Type Talent — Side Story: From Her Point of View①

“Seriously, she’s so annoying.”

Right as I was about to walk into the classroom, I heard that. What? Me?

Well, it’s the usual, so I don’t care at all. You guys are the annoying ones.

I get talked about behind my back a lot. Especially by other girls.

Like, I’m “acting cute,” or I’m “annoying,” you know.

Yeah, I know. You don’t like me because I’m popular, right? Obviously.

Talking trash about me just means you’re jealous of me, right?

What a bunch of sad people. You don’t have anyone who calls you cute, huh?

Back when I was in the lower grades of elementary school, I had a lot of friends, and I think I lived pretty normally.

Every day we’d do those big jump-rope games, ride the swings, sometimes go to the candy shop… It used to be fun back then.

But around the upper grades, it started to feel embarrassing for boys and girls to be close, like you were some kind of suck-up.

“Why are you hanging out with boys too? Do you like them?”—that kind of thing. I kept thinking, But we were all playing together until just recently. Still, I couldn’t say it. The air was so heavy with “you’re the one who’s wrong.”

I hadn’t changed, but everyone else did.

I desperately tried to keep up with everyone as they changed. I made sure not to get close with boys, and if everyone said “Let’s go,” then I’d go anywhere—bathroom, courtyard, wherever.

Even though I was trying that hard to stick with them, that day came out of nowhere. I showed up at school, and my friends ignored my greeting. Why? How come? Even if I asked, they wouldn’t tell me, and they’d say, “You’re the one who’s wrong,” and nobody came near me anymore.

From what I heard through rumors, I’d become “the girl who stole my friend’s crush.”

Apparently, I knew who my friend liked, and I got close to him and made him like me on purpose.

I didn’t know anything like that, and I didn’t even know she liked him in the first place.

But nobody would listen to me.

At the time, it was frustrating, but I ended up thinking, Well, it’s fine if I can make new friends. I tried to take it positively—like, okay, I’ll build new relationships from here. But then it happened over and over. Again, and again. Every time, nobody listened to me, and everyone turned me into the enemy.

That’s when I realized. Ah, girls are such a pain. They drag romance into everything, and they scream about being “stolen from,” like friendships don’t even matter, and they corner me.

I didn’t do anything wrong, but everyone tries to make me be alone. I hate that.

So I decided I’d stay with boys. I’m cute, so everyone compliments me, and they don’t exclude me. Nobody decides I’m automatically the bad guy just because of romance, and if someone tells me they like me, I can just date them.

Like, I seriously don’t get how you can live without having a boyfriend.

“Friends are enough, right?”

That makes no sense. Friendships fall apart so easily, don’t they?

People fight the second the same guy gets involved, and they get noisy even if you just get a little closer with your boyfriend.

They say all kinds of things about me, but there are girls who try to flirt with my boyfriend, too. Even knowing he has a girlfriend, there are girls who come at him like, If it’s her, I can steal him, or If his girlfriend is her, they’ll break up fast anyway.

What is that? Don’t steal other people’s stuff. If you’re lonely, go say it to someone else. He’s mine.

Don’t take everything away from me.

But sometimes, there’s a girl who’s nice to me anyway. A kind, cute girl. And I get happy, like, You’re okay being friends with me?! So I want to get even closer, and I get involved with her. But then everyone gradually drifts away. Why? Why does everyone leave me alone?

Being alone is lonely, so I can’t do it without a boyfriend. I can get a boyfriend right away, and he’ll tell me he likes me, and he’ll do anything I ask.

Going out together, calling every day—it’s really fun.

But even though everyone says they like me at first, everyone ends up leaving me.

Why? You said you liked me, didn’t you?