The person who likes me is a yandere.

It seems we succeeded. Ayase burst into tears and threw herself into my arms.

The "three-touch-the-head-to-energize-up-spirit" mantra

That's incredibly powerful; the results are immediate!

That disgusting diary that gave me goosebumps could at least be of some use. Then, all I had to do was gently hug her, and as her older brother, I'd get full marks, right? ...But I still couldn't manage it.

I still can't even touch Ayase.

I froze on the spot, completely absorbed in Ayase's head.

"Brother... Brother... Brother..."

He accepted the tears streaming down his sister's face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Final Chapter: Don't Believe

"Hey, isn't that Masaki? What are you doing?"

Ayase and I returned home and found the living room light on. We were wondering what was going on when we discovered our neighbor was sitting in the dining room.

"What am I doing...you're asking me?"

...Oh dear, he's thrown a huge tantrum.

"Didn't I tell you to contact me immediately after you found Ayase?!"

Luo Tianyi roared furiously, as if she could shake a house to its core.

Oh dear. I completely forgot. I'm so forgetful.

"What's wrong with you? How dare you look like you've completely forgotten!"

"Gu ai ai ai ai ai ai!"

Luo Tianyi's roar was no less powerful than Ayase's, and at the same time, she grabbed my chest and pulled me towards her.

"I ran around everywhere and shouted everywhere to find your sister, and I was even chased by guys who tried to pick me up!"

Really? Then you're just like me... I'm sorry to have troubled you.

"Um... I'm sorry, Tianyi, it's all Ayase's fault..."

"I won't scold Ayase. Ayase is so cute."

Hey, you're spoiling Ayase way too much.

"It's all your fault! Don't you have anything to say?"

"I feel so bad. I know, it's all my fault! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, okay?"

Luo Tianyi tightened her grip on my chest with a force capable of killing. I kept bowing my head and apologizing as if my head was about to fly off, before I finally managed to get this extremely sexist neighbor to leave.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted..."

I dragged my exhausted body, which felt like a tattered rag, and collapsed heavily onto the bed.

"Brother, are you alright? Dinner's almost ready. Or do you want to take a shower?"

Ayase, who helped me to the apartment, spoke of the options like a newlywed wife.

"Ah, or rather... do you want Aya..."

"I'm going to take a shower!"

How could I let you say that? I whipped my exhausted body and chased Ayase out of the room.

"No, brother, that's so mean!"

Ayase puffed out her cheeks as she walked downstairs. In short, she had completely recovered. That's wonderful; all my running around like this wasn't for nothing.

"...Oh, right."

I snapped my fingers and turned to the desk. Getting her things had been crucial in helping her regain her composure.

Reading Ayase's Diary

Thinking about it carefully, there was really no need to go through all that trouble running around; the date location should be written up there. Ugh... I'm speechless at my own stupidity. So, I opened the desk drawer.

"what?"

Then, I couldn't help but let out a stunned exclamation.

...The notebook is gone.

Why? I clearly put it in.

I opened the other drawers to check, but still couldn't find it. How strange... Just in case, I opened the first drawer I opened.

"……Um?"

I still didn't see the notebook, but there seemed to be a note in the drawer. It had distinctive, sharply defined handwriting on it—

"...Don't...trust Ayase?"

That's probably how it should be pronounced... Anyway, it's quite subtle.

What's going on... this feeling?

It feels a little creepy.

And I remember seeing this note somewhere before. Oh right, that's the one.

I pulled the trash can over and rummaged through it. I remembered leaving it inside... and there it was.

That was the note I found when I first entered this room. This mysterious note somehow ended up stuck to my finger.

My heart suddenly raced, goosebumps spread all over my body, and my brain began to piece the two paragraphs together, organizing the message I left behind before the accident into a meaningful form.

I placed the crumpled piece of paper I had previously discarded next to the newly discovered one, and smoothed out the wrinkles with my trembling fingers.

"Brother, the bathwater is ready!"

"Okay... I see~"

Ayase called from the first floor. I tried to answer her as naturally as possible, but I couldn't hear my own voice at all.

It seems that a conspiracy has officially begun...

The End of "The One Who Likes Me Is a Yandere!"

postscript

I don't remember the special chapter in Volume 5, but I still love you.

前记

Prologue

Chapter 1: Orphaned, Owns a House and a Sister

However, I don't need to leave voluntarily.

Hinata's face was no longer the lifeless doll-like expression from before. Her cheeks were flushed red, her lips were tightly pressed together, and her eyes were fixed on me with piercing intensity. She seemed lively and vibrant, her expression full of life... and also full of anger.

"Wait! Brother! Leave me, you idiot, moron, eggplant, moron!"

I was pushed away by Qiong and fell onto the bed... What does "eggplant" mean?

Qiong held her hair and made soft moaning sounds.

"Ugh~ Why does Sora get hugged by her brother every day~ Seriously, I told myself to be careful... Why is my head so foggy when I wake up?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm happy to have physical contact with my sister since this morning."

Qiong's slender shoulders trembled with anger.

"You're a complete pervert!"

Qiong left the room.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I listened to her rushing down the stairs.

"...Phew, I finally managed to get five seconds today."

My daily routine every morning is to hug my younger sister, Sora.

The reason I did this is because, as Sora said, I'm a pervert... just kidding. I'm serious.

Spring language.

This is my name.

While I do think the surname Kasuga is indeed quite rare, the given name Asagao is also quite unusual. Why was I named Asagao?

According to my maternal grandmother, this has a lot to do with my mother's name.

My mother was given a very remarkable name by my maternal grandfather.

The name is so high-profile that it might make you wonder if you misheard it.

The name was so solemn that it made one wonder if it might bring some kind of blessing, and one couldn't help but want to worship it.

My mother felt she had to live up to her name, putting a lot of unnecessary pressure on herself and bearing the destiny of living a life no less worthy of her name. That was the kind of person she was.

So she seems to not want her son to feel pressured by his name like she did.

Life has its good and bad moments.

Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, no matter what kind of person they are.

She wanted me to accept all of this and live life naturally.

So my name is Qianyu.

Qianyu... Hearing the origin of a name makes one feel that the name is blessed.