The person who likes me is a yandere.

I curled my lip dismissively, a hint of defiance in my voice, "I was just a little carried away; otherwise, how could he have noticed?!"

Because I almost always skipped classes for the opening ceremony, Aki Tomoya knew my habits very well. In other words, he and I were best friends who knew each other inside and out. To me personally, he is an extremely valuable person.

Indeed, it was quite hot today. This unusual heat also contained a restless feeling, perhaps, that something that had been eagerly anticipated.

Since I came in, every time a classmate comes, they receive the attention of the whole class, making many classmates extremely embarrassed. Who are they waiting for, or what are they expecting? This immediately made me think that it must be because of Tohka!

"Speaking of which, I used to think our group of classmates was pretty idle, but I never imagined they were this idle!" Aki Tomoya also noticed that the classmates around him were looking at the door, and couldn't help but mutter to me in a low voice.

I shrugged with a wry smile. "Of course! They had nothing better to do before, but now something like this, which only happens in TV dramas, has come to life, and it's even Tohka's classmate! It's only natural that they're all so excited!"

"Of course I know that. I just wanted to ask you, what do you think caused Tohka's amnesia?"

Yeah, I've been asked this question countless times this summer, and I really want to know why she lost her memory, but I really don't know!

"I don't know either. Why do you care so much? As long as she can be cured, that's enough. The rest is none of our business!"

Aki Tomoya nodded in agreement. That made sense; what other people did really had nothing to do with him.

Although Aki Tomoya asked the question, I knew, of course, that he was just asking as a formality. He had absolutely no interest in real-life girls, and unlike the other students, he didn't show much interest in it. This behavior, consistent with his usual personality, reassured me a little.

The noise hadn't stopped, but Aki Tomoya and I had quieted down. A moment later, the preparatory bell rang, and everyone except one person was already seated, waiting for the classroom door to open again. A short while later, our homeroom teacher, Yamada-sensei, arrived.

Good morning, everyone!

Japan is a country that values ​​etiquette, and daily greetings are unavoidable. The young teacher, Mr. Yamada, whose real age is no more than thirty, greeted the students with a smile, and the students responded with a greeting in a very respectful manner. However, everyone's eyes were not on the homeroom teacher, but on the back of the person behind him!

"Good morning, Tohka!" The group of boys in the class immediately got excited and greeted Tohka loudly, completely ignoring the presence of the homeroom teacher!

"Hello everyone!" Tohka greeted the students below very politely. I was sleeping on the table when I suddenly heard Tohka's quiet greeting. I couldn't help but look up. Her angelic face seemed to refresh the hot summer air.

High school girl Tohka stood up with her head held high and chest out, maintaining her usual beautiful posture.

"I believe everyone already knows about Tohka's amnesia. Although it's an unfortunate disappearance, we still want to welcome Tohka back with the warmest applause!"

Amnesia! I believe everyone is familiar with this term. This important plot that appears in novels or TV dramas has happened in reality. The teacher asked Tohka to come to the podium to speak again, seemingly wanting Tohka to start over!

Although two long months have passed, her face has never left my mind. Looking at her now, she is still as beautiful as I know her to be, more beautiful than anyone else. Her snow-white skin is radiant, making one wonder if she has survived the sweltering summer.

Everyone was looking at Tohka, but she wasn't intimidated and opened her mouth to speak. Instantly, the entire classroom became so quiet that you could almost hear everyone swallowing.

"I am very sorry, everyone. Due to some things that happened during the summer vacation, I lost my memory and forgot all of my classmates. I feel very ashamed. From today onwards, I may cause trouble for everyone, but please take care of me."

Just like a freshman introduction, Tohka finished speaking in a clear voice and then quietly lowered her head.

The speech was far calmer than expected, and completely formal, which initially stunned the students. They had no idea how to react in such a situation, but in the end, everyone applauded.

Although I felt that this speech was perhaps too formal, I couldn't break the rhythm at this moment, so I was forced to join the other students in clapping.

Chapter Three: The So-Called Lovers

As soon as the morning class meeting ended, the students, who had been holding back their emotions for a long time, burst out and rushed to Tohka's side!

"Tohka, are you really alright?"

Like birds that have found food, the students around her gathered around Tohka.

Is the amnesia thing real?

"You really don't remember me?"

"So, is there anyone you remember at all?"

"If you really forget, please remember to ask me!"

Half the class crowded around Tohka, asking her all sorts of questions. Especially those with some influence in the class, they all pushed their way to Tohka, saying, "If you have any questions, please come to me. I'm a good student who helps my classmates!" I can only say that if Tohka weren't so pretty, you bunch of hypocrites probably wouldn't even acknowledge her.

But Tohka's calm and serious demeanor in answering questions seemed no different from before summer vacation, which made me feel that she had not lost her memory at all!

Although many people were trying to talk to Tohka, they were still quite reserved. For example, her brainless suitors hadn't confessed their feelings yet, and the more in-depth topic of relationships between classmates hadn't been brought up.

Everyone knew in their hearts, so they still had some reservations. Of course, they were genuinely concerned about Tohka. Apart from some people who just wanted to join in the fun, Aki Tomoya was the most conspicuous. He wasn't worried about Tohka's physical condition at all. He kept asking her what it felt like to have amnesia, which earned him a lot of eye rolls. I was both amused and exasperated!

So, everyone is holding back until they reach that standard, thinking, "Showing this level of concern is enough."

This buffer period will continue until someone reaches "enough concern." Once the standard is met, their strongest curiosity will erupt. Sure enough, it would be great if they could successfully skip class in the infirmary.

"Oh, right, Tohka, do you remember? You actually had a boyfriend at school!"

Just as everyone was asking trivial questions, a voice broke the noise. "Let me explain," said another girl, her adjutant, "every class has its boss-level girl." In that instant, the temperature in the classroom seemed to rise several degrees.

Do you remember who it was?

Okay, that girl successfully found a topic of conversation, and everyone's questions turned to Tohka's boyfriend!

Upon hearing this, Tohka's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, and she began to look around at the male classmates, trying to find her so-called boyfriend!

Well, this situation is more like a melodramatic plot from a novel or TV series!

A woman suffers a tragic accident and loses her memory, but for some reason, she remembers only her long-time lover. What follows is a touching reunion.

This kind of premise is unlikely to be a hit. No matter how you look at it, it's a terrible show with single-digit ratings. However, if it happened in real life, although it might not feel good, everyone would probably want to see such a touching and special moment.

A traffic accident, amnesia. This plot, which seems straight out of a TV drama, has fueled everyone's gossip. "How could something like this happen in real life?" For those of us who have been pondering this, the actual situation leaves us eagerly anticipating what will happen next.

But not long after, as she gently shook her head, the whole class was immersed in an atmosphere of mourning for the misfortune she had suffered.

“A soft whisper…”

Aki Tomoya patted my shoulder as if to comfort me, then sighed silently. His gaze, which had been focused on Sakura for so long, now shifted entirely to me.

Actually, all I really want to say is that I don't have much affection for Tohka. I feel that this relationship between a man and a woman is more like a joke, so I don't care at all whether she remembers me or not!

My classmates' gazes seemed to say, "Your girlfriend has amnesia, you should go and comfort her." I smiled bitterly; pretending to be stupid at this point was unrealistic.

I stood up and silently walked towards Tohka's seat. Of course, the other students were very considerate and made way for me, which made me think they weren't stupid!

Standing in front of her, I didn't know what to say. Tohka was staring straight at me.

Beneath her naturally glossy bangs, a pair of long, beautiful eyes gazed at me, and I suddenly didn't know what to say.

The girl who had spoken earlier then spoke on my behalf, as I remained silent.

"His name is Qianyu, and he's also your boyfriend at this school..."

Although most are generally referred to as memory disorders, there are several classifications based on specific symptoms.

The condition that Tohka suffers from should more accurately be called "complete life history amnesia".

Life history...the history of a personal life.

To forget...to lose all memories of a certain period of time.

In other words, when the disease manifests, one will lose all memories related to oneself up to this point.

Of course, family and friends go without saying.

She doesn't even remember who she is, where she was born, or how old she is.

How would someone feel if they were suddenly turned into a blank sheet of paper?

Even though I'm not good at comforting people!

The girl's words drew the attention of the whole class. But just then, Mr. Yamada returned to the classroom and announced, "The opening ceremony is about to begin. Hurry up and assemble in the gymnasium."

This broke the silence, and I silently thanked my homeroom teacher in my heart, otherwise this awkward atmosphere would not have been broken!

The students, still wanting more, showed no intention of going to the gymnasium. Tohka stared at me for a while, then looked away silently before glancing at her classmates…

"The opening ceremony looks like it's about to start. Everyone hurry to the gymnasium, don't be late!"

Tohka spoke in the same earnest and responsible tone as before. The students could hardly hide their shock.

But she didn't say a word to me, her boyfriend; she just stared at me for a while.

Let's not even talk about friends; she can't even remember what her own parents look like. Even if she did have a lover, it would be the same as not having one, wouldn't it? Besides, her so-called lover is someone like me.

Chapter Four: Constant Escape

Let's not even talk about friends; she can't even remember what her own parents look like. Even if she did have a lover, it would be the same as not having one, wouldn't it? Besides, her so-called lover is someone like me.

The expressions on the students' faces were quite interesting. Some were gloating, after all, my relationship with her had made many boys resent me. However, most of them left disappointed. I didn't feel anything, since there was no emotional foundation between us!

It wasn't because I was startled or anything; I just felt relieved. Everyone thinks we're a couple. But we're not really a couple in the traditional sense. We've never kissed, let alone held hands.

We've talked a handful of times so far, you could count them on one hand.

As for dates, there are only two—no, once.

Our only date was arranged by our classmates after they found out we were dating. They thought it would be funny and forced us to go together.

On a day off, we went to see a movie together.

After the movie ended, the two of them left without even having dinner.

Moreover, they barely had any proper conversation during the entire date; they were just neighbors watching the same movie in the same theater.

A romantic relationship where both partners try to please each other.

To be blunt, that wasn't a date at all. Compared to my nervous dread, she maintained a completely nonchalant attitude from beginning to end. If this counts as a date, then everyone in the world who goes out to dinner with friends can be called a date.

If I had to describe our relationship, I'd say it's that of classmates, absolutely no classmates with any connection whatsoever!

The relationship between her and me was completely unconventional. But the people around us didn't see it that way. They thought that although we weren't always together on the surface, we were definitely doing all sorts of things that lovers do behind the scenes, like flirting and going on dates.

Of course, that's impossible.

This brief silence caused the awkwardness level to skyrocket, and I felt completely awful!

So please don't look at me with such pitiful eyes, everyone. I'm not even sure if Tohka is my girlfriend!

From summer vacation until now, my phone has been flooded with messages about Tohka, all asking what I think about her amnesia. I really want to say that her amnesia is none of my business!

From initially asking questions out of pure amusement, to receiving reports about her illness and messages of comfort, it felt like I was being chased to the brink of despair.

The gap between what people want to see and my actual state of mind terrifies me.

Whether as a classmate or as her lover, I don't know how to get along with her.

Or rather, I simply didn't want to be around her. She was like a goddess high above me, while I was just an ordinary person. I felt inferior because of this, but my stubbornness wouldn't let me feel inferior. So all I could do was not mention a single word about her!

Ever since that incident, all I could think about was running away and pretending to be stupid. I couldn't stand that atmosphere, so as soon as the opening ceremony ended, I hurriedly said, "Sorry, something urgent came up," and left my classmates behind.

Then, the next day, they had to return to the place they had finally managed to escape from.