The person who likes me is a yandere.

"That's how it's always been; there's no other possibility."

Speaking of which, we have to mention that Tohka must be someone who often falls in love at first sight. With her looks and that perfect smile, most men would probably be captivated.

"But at least for me, it's probably impossible."

"Ok?"

"Although I don't remember that time, I feel that Qianyu was very charming in my eyes back then."

"For example?"

"I don't know the specifics."

"I don't think that's true. I've never picked up a cat from the street or anything."

"Even if someone sees you pick it up, no one will fall for you, okay?" "Then that doesn't count. Speaking of which, putting you aside, based on my dating skills and knowledge, that kind of thing is not very understandable."

Is that so?

"Ah."

Incidentally, most of the women I've been attracted to so far have been older. To put it simply—school teachers.

It's no wonder someone like me can't understand girls' thoughts.

"That's not my area of ​​expertise either."

I smiled after hearing that. "Domain"—perhaps another way of putting it would be more appropriate.

"You're good at things related to yourself, right?"

"There are too many doubts about the matter concerning Qianyu."

"I see."

If I calm down and think about it, so far this whole thing has just been me overthinking, hasn't it? Why did Sakura confess to me? Did I do something that made her like me? As I kept thinking about it, I became narcissistic, to the point that I eventually gave up trying to figure it out.

I am currently discussing this question with the person in charge of the incident, which is a truly bizarre situation.

Chapter 18 You shouldn't have any hope.

I am currently discussing this question with the person in charge of the incident, which is a truly bizarre situation.

But as someone to discuss this troublesome matter with, she might be the least suitable person, while at the same time she might be the most suitable.

"that."

"Ok?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

I almost blurted out what was on my mind without realizing it, so I quickly shut my mouth.

"What do you want to say? I won't be angry, please tell me."

"Um, that might be a bit rude."

"Ah."

What exactly does amnesia feel like?

Upon hearing this question, Tohka didn't get angry at all. She simply began to answer my question in a tone that was as if stating facts.

“I’ve answered questions like this countless times. Others aren’t as polite as you.”

"Haha..." I chuckled, though my hands were actually cold from nervousness. "Actually, while it's called amnesia, it hasn't caused much of an obstacle to normal life. So there's not much to say."

"Is that so?"

I've always thought that people with amnesia must have a really tough time.

It's like we're waiting to board a bus. Someone with amnesia would have to remember everything all over again, from how to board to the correct order.

Furthermore, the memories we high school students possess, which we take for granted, are a vast collection accumulated over many years. For all of these memories to suddenly disappear must be incredibly difficult, right?

"Actually, I don't quite understand my current situation. Although I have amnesia, I still remember a lot of things. It's like even though I have amnesia, the knowledge still exists..."

"Huh, huh?" I couldn't help but look at myself with a puzzled expression. After thinking for a moment, Tohka continued to explain. "For example, I know it's an apple when I see it, I understand the function of traffic lights, and I remember how to operate a mobile phone very clearly. But when I look in the mirror and see myself, I can't remember who I am. That's how it feels, right?"

Human memory is actually built on a complex structure, so if problems arise in it, all sorts of symptoms will appear.

Even though they are adults, they exhibit symptoms like being a child who can't even speak or walk properly.

Tohka's situation is that she remembers more things than she doesn't, such as school course content, names of things, social knowledge, and how to use props.

However, there is also no memory of how this knowledge was acquired. "That sounds a little uncomfortable."

"It's nothing, I'm used to it. And thankfully it happened during summer vacation. It would have been even better if all my memories had returned during that time."

"Wait, is it possible for amnesia to be recovered in such a short time?"

"The doctor said that most of them are of this type."

"I see."

If that's the case, then it shouldn't all be bad memories, right? That would put my mind at ease a little.

...No, that's not the point. Why do I feel at ease about something like this?

"Isn't there any more specific treatment method or anything like that?"

"Imitating your old habits to stimulate your memory will help you recover faster. That's what the doctor recommends."

It means that the illness cannot be cured by surgery or medication.

"Ah, that's why you have to continue working as a disciplinary committee member..."

"Yes. My friend Miyai, who visited me in the hospital, told me that I had been very enthusiastic about working as a disciplinary committee member."

"Eh."

Speaking of which, it seems that Tohka used to call Kato Megumi by her first name. (In Japan, people usually only call each other by their first names when they are very close.) I recall that they called each other by their first names a few times.

Not long after, we finally boarded the bus. The bus made a strange noise and then started moving.

"It's so great to have been able to talk so much today."

Tohka suddenly said that. I glanced at her briefly; she seemed a little happy.

"I hope we can have normal conversations like this starting next week."

"Haha." I gave a perfunctory, fake laugh. "It's best not to have too high expectations of me."

Hearing my words, Tohka sighed again.

In the end, I didn't get any rest at all; the real terror followed. Tragedy struck again!

After the weekend, Monday arrived. When I got to school, I went straight to the infirmary, only to find Tohka already standing at the door.

Good morning, Qianyu.

"Good morning, good morning, okay? Tohka-kun."

"What brings you to the infirmary?"

No, no.

As expected, I was dragged back to the classroom.

Chapter Nineteen: I'm a Little Coward

The next day, Tuesday. After school, with no disciplinary committee duties to do, I spent the time alone at school. As I was leisurely preparing to go home, I coincidentally bumped into Tohka at the bus stop.

"Huh? Tohka-san!? Shouldn't you have gone back a long time ago?"

"Bad luck, I missed the last bus."

"That can't be right, at this time, how many buses have you missed..."

"is there a problem?"

"No, absolutely not!"

We went home together, maintaining this awkward atmosphere.

The third day, Wednesday. After the morning classes ended, I was having lunch with Aki Tomoya. At that moment, Tohka came over with her lunchbox.

"Can I come with you?"

"Eh... huh? Why?"

There's no particular reason. Is it not allowed?

"Please, please make yourself at home."

Lunchtime ended in an awkward silence.

Then it was Thursday. Tohka-san—

And then it was Friday. Tohka, she—

The week that felt like walking on thin ice is finally over. But once the weekend is over, another week like this will begin.

I've been worrying about this since Sunday evening. It's a different kind of Monday blues, I guess. "So, please help me think of a solution, well~~~"

Sitting on the slightly smelly but clean and comfortable tatami mat, I kicked my feet impatiently while engrossed in a mobile game. Aki Tomoya's house is surprisingly comfortable compared to others. Plus, the large room is designed for socializing, so I can be completely myself here.

"Even if you ask me to do something, there's nothing I can do."

Aki Tomoya, who was sitting next to me and also holding a game console, said without even looking at me.

"As an outsider, I have no right to interfere in what's between you two."

That's what they say.

The day I went home with Tohka, I was so naive to think I'd finally escaped the crisis and felt relieved. From then on, she seemed to be clinging to me, sometimes striking up a conversation from the front, sometimes pretending to be just a coincidence. This wasn't just me being overly sensitive; it was obvious she was doing it on purpose.

If any other girl were this enthusiastic towards me, I'd probably say something like, "Wow, does she have feelings for me?" and get all smug. But if it's Tohka, it's just torture. It's only been a week, and I'm already feeling incredibly mentally exhausted from school life.

"What exactly is going on now? This feeling of being relentlessly pressured."

"What's wrong, showing off your love?" "Stop joking around at a time like this!"

Even when the two of them get together, they can't seem to find anything to talk about. Tohka will try to strike up a conversation, but she's not very talkative. Therefore, I need to find ways to create topics, for example...