Tokyo: I was tricked into marrying a yandere ghost

The next morning, Kiyokawa Kiri got up exhausted. He didn't know why he felt even more tired after sleeping, as if he had been punched seventeen or eighteen times, and his whole body ached terribly.

Couldn't you just turn off that stupid alarm clock...?

Early in the morning, the resentment from people near Omi can be terrifying.

Kiyokawa Kiri didn't seem to care. He brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, and because of the foam in his mouth, he mumbled, "What if we're late? I suggest you get used to this kind of life as soon as possible."

Omi was at her wit's end.

She didn't get a good rest yesterday.

In the middle of the night, Kiyokawa seemed to suddenly have a seizure, constantly talking in her sleep and calling out to herself.

I should have known better than to tell him his name. Not only did I get disturbed all night, but I also got bombarded by the alarm clock again early in the morning.

How exactly did I get forced to coexist with this guy?

The memories were erased so completely that even Omi herself didn't know it, and she didn't know how to get rid of Kiyokawa Kiri. She could only vent her anger on him in his mind.

Fortunately, the latter gradually got used to the feeling of having other people in his mind. Although he sometimes had headaches, Omi would quickly shut up and look sickly.

—When it was time to leave, the other person indeed stopped talking.

Kiyokawa Kiri, enjoying the tranquility of the early morning, yawned as she arrived at the tram station.

The platform was packed with people during the morning rush hour, and among them were several girls in sailor uniforms who were secretly eyeing Kiyokawa Kiri, who looked sleepy—judging from their uniforms, they seemed to be from some girls' school.

Since her concussion, Kiyokawa Kiri has noticed that her six senses seem to be much stronger than before.

Even when the girls were whispering, he could tell they were talking about him.

"Wow, so handsome... That guy's wearing the uniform of Tokyo Metropolitan Mogamigawa High School, should we go up and ask for his contact information?"

"Most of the boys at that school are bookworms, right? He seemed really aloof."

"Airi-chan, go ask him if he wants to go on a blind date!"

Several girls were playfully teasing each other, while the adult men and male students around them cursed and kept their distance. These past few years have been a time of great feminism in Japan, and many women have falsely accused other men of molesting them on trains, demanding compensation for emotional distress.

In Japan, being falsely accused in this way is tantamount to social death; students will be ostracized, and employees will lose their jobs.

Therefore, nowadays, if men see a woman next to them at a tram stop, they will force themselves to make room for her, no matter how crowded it is.

Kiyokawa Kiri overheard their discussion and, not wanting to cause trouble, quietly moved aside.

But he seems to have underestimated his current charm...

The girls pressed closer relentlessly.

After discussing it for a while, they pushed out a short-haired girl who looked rather cute.

"Excuse me, are you a student at Kagamigawa School?" The girl chosen as the "chick-talking representative" was quite attractive. She shyly approached and then mustered her courage to invite, "We're from Toyoshimagaoka Girls' Junior High School. Are there any boys at your school who want to go on a matchmaking event?"

Why is it sticking to me?

Kiyokawa Kiri had a bit of a headache, but she couldn't pretend she hadn't heard.

Just as he was feeling helpless and about to explain that he and his friends had no intention of going on a blind date (actually, he didn't have any friends), a small path suddenly parted in the crowd, and a girl with braided hair and thick glasses stood in front of Kiyokawa Wu at the perfect moment.

"Sorry, our class doesn't have any plans for a social event at the moment. If you'd like to participate, you can try asking people from other classes..."

"Hey, who are you?"

The girl who had approached her stared blankly at the plain-looking girl who had suddenly appeared in front of her, clearly not understanding what was going on.

But the opponent simply adjusted his glasses and uttered a single, understated sentence that sealed the victory.

She stated, "I am the class representative for his class."

Chairman?

The girls from the girls' school looked at each other, feeling somewhat bewildered.

What can a chairman decide?

In essence, social gatherings are just boys and girls from different schools getting together to play, and they do it during their free time. Even teachers can't forcibly stop them, right?

However, seeing the other person's unsophisticated yet inexplicably confident demeanor, the girls still felt a bit of pressure.

Finally, they exchanged a glance, pursed their lips, and left without saying anything more. After the tram pulled into the station, they entered the carriage through another door.

Seeing this, Kiyokawa Kiri breathed a sigh of relief, got into the car with the chairman, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Chairman."

"It's nothing. These girls from girls' schools often go on social events with people from other schools, which has caused a lot of trouble."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, there are." The chairperson nodded slightly and said gently, "They think that schools with high deviation scores are mostly filled with bookish boys, and they often find it amusing to tease these kinds of boys."

So bad...

But this is very Japanese.

Kiyokawa Kiri didn't take the matter to heart, and instead smiled and said, "In any case, I have to thank the chairman for helping me out of that situation just now, otherwise even if I had refused them, they probably would have kept pestering me."

"No, it was just a coincidence." The chairperson smiled gently.

At that moment, another group of people surged onto the train, and the two were pushed to the edge.

To keep her distance, Kiyokawa Kiri deliberately stood on the side where the door was closed, then asked curiously, "Speaking of which, does the Chairman also live around here? I've never run into you before?"

"No, I was just passing by. I went to the hospital this morning..."

"Oh, is everything alright?"

"It's not me going to see a doctor, it's my family member."

The chairman's tone was calm, as if nothing had happened. However, just as Kiyokawa was wondering, the car door slowly closed. He instinctively grabbed the handrail, but the chairman seemed unaware of this.

As the tram slowly started moving, its speed suddenly increased significantly, and the carriage shook violently.

Caught completely off guard, the chairperson stumbled forward and crashed straight into Kiyokawa Kiri's chest. Fortunately, the latter reacted quickly and caught her.

"Chairman, please be careful. There are many employees rushing to work on this line. It's better to hold onto the handrails," Kiyokawa Kiri said with concern.

"I'm sorry..." A strange look flashed in the chairman's eyes, but she said calmly, "Are you alright?"

Of course I wasn't hurt; I was just headbutted.

Kiyokawa Kiri isn't so fragile as to get injured.