Chapter 7: I Want to Awaken Dependent-Type Talent — Step 7: Yandere Birth!

After that incident after school, she changed a little.
Her smiles when talking to me increased. And whereas before I was the only one initiating conversations, now she started bringing up lots of topics too.

And other classmates who saw this change said things like:

Huh? She seems brighter lately.
I heard she was bullied or something, but she looks okay to talk to, doesn’t she?

As her atmosphere changed, more students started talking to her.
She still seems nervous about talking with other classmates, but when I’m included in the conversation she can talk, and she’s made more friends.

Well, we can’t always be together, but the number of times we talk has increased, and I can say we’ve gotten even closer.

So, did we just become friends normally?
Was she unable to cultivate her talent?
No—at night, it appears.

I leave my phone alone for a bit to take a bath. Then, from her:

Hey, what are you doing?
I’m lonely
Did you forget about me?
I want you to talk only with me at school too
Hey, are you listening?
Don’t ignore me
What’s wrong?
What’s wrong?
Missed call
Missed call
Missed call
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A torrent of messages came. 300 of them.
She’s different from before. After all, simply put, that’s 43 times more messages than before.

I call her.

“Sorry, I was taking a bath. What’s up?” I ask, and she says:

“Oh, I see. Sorry for sending so many messages… When I get home, Takashiro-san isn’t there, and when I’m alone I get anxious…”

She started crying.

I reply, “No, don’t worry about it. I’m actually happy! Contact me anytime.”

She says, “Sorry, I actually hate this about myself. I’ve been weird lately. I start thinking things like, what if Takashiro-san won’t talk to me tomorrow, or Takashiro-san is popular so he has lots of friends besides me…”

I tell her things like, that’s not true, contact me whenever you feel anxious, and we end the conversation after about an hour.

There are also times when she asks if there’s anything she can do for me, or tells me she’ll do anything.
We talk on the phone almost every night, but sometimes, after we’ve already talked once, she calls again at 1 or 2 AM, and I’ve been sleep-deprived lately.

Yeah, to put it mildly, this is amazing!!
This is exactly a dependent-type yandere!
Well, I might not be able to say her attachment to me is too strong yet, but when she’s alone she thinks of me, she shows reactions like wanting me to pay attention to her, wanting to devote herself to me.
This kind of sleep deprivation is welcome—or rather, it makes my eyes wide awake.

From now on, she’ll continue utilizing that talent more and more, and become more and more wonderful.

I’ve successfully created one yandere in this world.
I savor that realization.
This can be called a historic achievement.

By coincidentally meeting her after school, I was able to perform the final spice:
Accepting her past.
As a result, this final push led to her becoming a yandere, and she was reborn.

Yay!!!!!

Now, does that mean we’re in a romantic relationship? No, that’s not the case.
She and I remain friends.
This time, because she had few friends, by having her fixate on me as a friend, I successfully cultivated her talent.
She might harbor some romantic feelings for me, but if I make a move at this stage when she hasn’t said anything, there’s a possibility the talent that finally bloomed could collapse.
I think it’s necessary to maintain this relationship for a while and let her talent take root.

Besides, there’s something problematic about making her my girlfriend.
That is, I wouldn’t be able to create yandere other than her.
I have a mission to create yandere in this world. But having a girlfriend would be extremely unfaithful to yandere.
I can’t do that. Hurting yandere deserves ten thousand deaths.
So, I’ll continue to work hard from now on.

To create as many yandere as possible in this world!!

Chapter 8: I Want to Cultivate a Dependent-Type Talent – Extra Edition: Her Perspective ①

“So annoying lol, this girl’s face is seriously messed up.”
“Right lol. Here, eat this, you like it, right?”
“So stuck-up—what’s with that face lol”

This hell, which started I don’t know when or why, torments me endlessly.

They probably did it because they knew I was the type who wouldn’t tell my parents or teachers—no, who couldn’t tell.
It was already our third year of middle school, and at a time when everyone was supposed to be focused on entrance exams, this hell suddenly began.
I became an outlet for exam stress, and no helping hand appeared for me.

Fortunately, this hell had an expiration date.
I lived on that hope alone.
When I go to high school, I’ll forget everything, I’ll become a new me.

However, people can’t change that easily.
Having become terrified of acting proactively, I had completely become a passive person.
No one talks to someone like me.
I couldn’t change at all.

Today too, I read a book to pass the time. No, to be accurate, to avoid people’s eyes.
I want them to think I’m alone by choice. If possible, I don’t want them to think I’m pitiful.
It was my small resistance.

“Go…od…”
I heard something. But it’s not directed at me. I know that. If I turn around self-consciously asking “did you say something?” I’ll get teased again.
At least try not to stand out, don’t make any waves…

“Sugisawa-san, good morning,” a voice said.
Huh? They said my name?

When I looked up from my book, a familiar face was turned toward me.
Takashiro-san.

He sits next to me.
He’s not the flashy type, but his social circle is what you’d call wide but shallow.
I haven’t really talked much with him, and we’re not on greeting terms either.
But if I don’t respond, he’ll think I ignored him, and honestly I’m happy anyone talked to me.

“G-Good morning,” I reply. Oh no, I stuttered a bit.
It’s been so long since I’ve talked at school, I got nervous…
I hate myself.

However, he didn’t seem to mind my stuttering at all, and continued the conversation breezily:

“Hey, what book are you reading?”

Huh? He’s not just greeting me, but actually talking to me too?
I’m honestly happy, but is there some ulterior motive?
Does he think I’m easy to manipulate because I’m alone?
No, thinking that is rude.

“U-Um, short story collection. It has romance and friendship and various things in it.”

I reply. Is this okay?
It’s been so long I don’t even know if I’m conversing properly.
What if he’s put off…?

However, contrary to my worries, he said:

“I see, sounds interesting. I’ll read it too.”

Huh? No way. Reading a book I have?
It must be just politeness.
But… if he actually reads it… I’d be happy.

That night, I was thinking about what happened today.
Having someone greet me made me so happy.
Sure, it might have just been on a whim, but he didn’t just greet me, he talked a bit too. And he might read the book…
But I shouldn’t get my hopes up too much. I’ll only hurt myself.

The next day, I was waiting for him to arrive with a bit of anticipation.
Then:

“Good morning! Sugisawa-san. I bought that novel you told me about yesterday and read it! It was really interesting. It had wordplay and stuff.”

He said to me energetically.

Huh? No way? He actually read it?
And not just that he read it, but he even gave me his thoughts on it.
I hadn’t expected that much.
Honestly, I’m so happy!!

“G-Good morning. I’m glad, I like it too.”

I replied.

From there, we were able to talk more than yesterday.
He talked with me a lot, centered around novels, and for the first time in a while, school was really fun.

From that day on, we gradually became closer.
In the mornings, we’d greet each other, he’d have read the novel I recommended the day before and share his thoughts, and I’d share mine too.
Then I’d recommend a new novel.
It was only in the mornings, but for me it was a very precious time.

A few days after we started talking, I decided in my heart:

I’ll greet him first!

He’s always the one initiating conversation, and I can only respond.
I’m still having lots of fun with that, but if I don’t at least greet him first, maybe he won’t know that I want to talk with him.
Besides, I don’t want him to think I’m boring.

That morning, I was reading my book nervously.
Ba-dump, ba-dump.
Soon it’ll be the time he usually comes.
It’s been so long since I greeted someone first.
Come on, do your best. Okay, he’s here!

“G-Good morning.”
Ah, my voice cracked a little. Embarrassing.
But,
“Good morning! I read it today too! The books Sugisawa-san recommends really are interesting.”
He replied.

I did it! He responded.
I’m glad I greeted him. There are things even I can do.

I felt like I was beginning to see light in my school life ahead.