The person who likes me is a yandere.

——?

A shockwave swept through the entire classroom.

The room was as still and silent as if time had stood still for the thirty-odd men and women in the Buddhist chamber.

?

Hmm, this name is surprisingly common... just kidding.

I could see that Asuna's slender shoulders were trembling uncontrollably. Was she nervous?

She looked straight at me, and began to speak slowly and deliberately, as if she were about to tell me something very important:

"...Actually, the reason I transferred to this school was to rekindle my friendship with Qianyu here."

She dropped her second bombshell statement.

The classroom erupted in uproar as if a bomb had truly exploded.

After Asuna finished saying something that no one in the classroom could believe, she leaned against the podium as if her confession had exhausted all her energy.

Let's sort out the situation first.

The beautiful girl who transferred to our school has an ex-boyfriend, and for some reason, that ex-boyfriend is me, and she wants to rekindle our relationship... Is that right?

Three years ago, I lost my memory of the people close to me.

In other words, if I had dated Asuna three years ago—because of our close relationship—it would be understandable that I wouldn't remember her…

So, does that mean I dated a girl like that?

...Incredible.

Sitting at the back of the classroom was the popular, fulfilled student, Shirakawa (nicknamed "real-life person" because of his peculiar reactions and constantly bloodshot eyes). He shouted out:

"Eek—! The unwanted spiritual leader, Qianyu, actually has such a beautiful ex-girlfriend, that's terrifying!"

When did I become an unwanted spiritual leader?

"In that case, I'll take Qianyu's most precious heart and go around in circles. It's settled then."

"Heart detour" is a slang term used by the boys in our class. It's mainly used to allude to pornographic books and magazines.

Seeing pornographic books makes your heart race → Speaking of a racing heart, I think of myocardial infarction → Mentioning myocardial infarction surgery means heart bypass surgery.

Thanks to the slang term "heart bypass," the boys in our class could talk freely about erotic books and magazines even in front of the girls.

Therefore, girls don't understand what "heart detour" means when talking about being a popular girl, and a big question mark appears on their faces.

"Qianyu, you have a series of photo albums featuring innocent idols wearing school swimsuits and taking nude photos on overseas beaches, right? I'll take your heart!"

Because of an idiot, our slang was exposed to all the girls in the class.

"I don't have that kind of thing! Besides, even if I did, why should I give it to you?"

"Oh no! Because I'm completely heartbroken! You have to heal my wounded heart!"

What does it mean to be completely heartbroken?

The tearful expression on Shitara's face was indeed mixed with the sadness of a recent breakup. The transfer student had only been in the classroom for five minutes. It was the first time I'd ever seen someone break up in such a short time.

Despite varying degrees of distress, the boys, except for the one from Setara, all experienced the atmosphere of a quick breakup, revealing expressions of profound sorrow, as if attending a funeral.

The girls understood the slang meaning of "heart detour" and looked annoyed.

The sports accountant muttered, "My idol ran to the nude beach in his school swimsuit... What an amazing photo album!" Once again, he forgot his position as a teacher.

In the classroom, now a chaotic mess, Asuna called my name: "Hey, Asuna." I sensed a deep intimacy in her voice when she called "Asuna"—an intimacy that couldn't be cultivated overnight. Asuna stood at the front of the class, glaring at me angrily.

"...You really don't have that kind of book?"

Her way of speaking, as if she were jealous of her boyfriend, made my heart skip a beat.

"No, please believe me, I really didn't."

Even though that's how I answered, Asuna still pouted her cherry lips in dissatisfaction.

"...Don't be so polite...it's too formal."

Asuna's dejected demeanor had an indescribable cuteness that made the boys' hearts flutter.

Then, the muttering of the boys, who seemed lifeless like zombies, began to rise and fall.

"Qianyu, that guy, is clearly just a pedophile who likes very young children who don't even have height restrictions on roller coasters..."

"Qianyu, that guy, is clearly just a fat woman who likes fat women so much that she even exceeds the weight limit on roller coasters, a shameless fat fetishist..."

"Qianyu, this girl, is clearly just someone who likes to act dangerously like a roller coaster, a masochist that's one in a century..."

...What kind of fetish do I have? What does "plated with danger" mean?

Under their baseless slander and defamation, I unknowingly became more noticed than the transfer students, which made me extremely embarrassed. The atmosphere, as if the entire classroom was waiting for me to speak, was unpleasant...

Because I had no memory of it, I asked Asuna, somewhat irritably, what seemed like an obvious question.

"Um, you used to date me... is that true?"

Asuna's face froze, expressionless. It was as if the temperature around her had dropped by about five degrees.

"...Although I knew it all along...as expected, you don't remember...my things."

Asuna seemed to try to smile when she uttered her last words. This gave her voice an indescribable sadness.

Asuna's sadness spread throughout the classroom like ripples on the water.

Each student was overcome with grief...

——Ta-da!

The bell for the first period, which I don't understand, rang leisurely. What an inexplicably long morning study session!

In short, it would be better to attend class first, calm down, and then discuss whether Asami and I were originally lovers.

That's what I originally thought...

But for some reason, the teacher for the first class still hasn't come to the classroom.

When I thought that way...

Chapter Ten: Completely Bewildered

When I thought that way...

I just realized that the first class today was P.E., and the teacher in charge was, naturally, our class's physical education teacher. Since the first class had already started, everyone thought we should move to the gym first, and a few students got up from their seats.

The sports accountant yelled at the students, "Don't stand up!"

"Who can have a PE class in this kind of atmosphere? Let's figure out the relationship between Asuna and Asagao first."

How can there be such a teacher? He seems more concerned with the romantic relationships between students than with teaching.

"...Qianyu...has lost his memory...so he doesn't remember anything about me...there's nothing we can do about it."

"Asuna-san... so you knew I had lost my memory."

My classmates know I lost my memory three years ago. But in their minds, the severity of my memory loss is no different from that of a teenager in sports accounting. This is because I came to this street after I lost my memory, and the symptom of my memory loss is that the closer the person is to me, the more completely I forget them. So, in reality, no one in this school has been forgotten by me.

However, this is much better than being perceived as having some kind of troublesome obstacle in my life and receiving unwarranted sympathy.

"...I know everything about Qianyu."

"Knows everything?"

"Ugh, it must be disgusting to have a stranger say they know everything about you, right? Sorry... It must be really bothersome for someone to suddenly say they're your ex-lover, right?"

Being called your ex-lover by such a beautiful girl requires suppressing the urge to dance with joy on the spot. It's truly perplexing.

...Even so—

The more I stared at Asuna's mature and elegant appearance, the more unbelievable it seemed that she was my ex-lover and that she was even actively hoping to get back together with me.

Although I don't think she's a habitual liar, I can't help but suspect that she might have ulterior motives.

So that means...

She just said she was helping out at home, so she wasn't participating in club activities.

Busy at home.

...It always feels like something to worry about.

I should have a chance to walk home from school with my ex-girlfriend Asuna, whom I hope to get back together with, right?

Will she invite me to her house on my way home and ask me to buy her some teapots, paintings, or even some kind of miracle water and super-premium cotton quilts?

Well, it's not impossible.

So why did she choose me to be her sugar daddy?

Ah, I see.

She seemed to know I had amnesia. Pretending to be someone else's ex-lover was impossible, but it was possible if the object was a boy with amnesia.

Perhaps most guys wouldn't be this suspicious of a beautiful girl who claims to be their ex-lover, but my luck is exceptionally bad.

A few days ago, after the seating arrangement was changed, I thought there would be a pitiful girl sitting next to me, but it turned out to be another girl—who had a terrible personality—which made me feel disappointed.

This time, it might just be another disappointment, like the seat change.

So I asked Asuna in a tone that sounded like someone questioning, "Am I really the father of the child in your belly?"

"I used to date Asuna... Where's the proof?"

"what?"

Asuna's brow furrowed by about two millimeters. That was probably the most confused expression Asami had ever shown.

As expected, there was no evidence. Just as I was thinking this…

"There is evidence of our past relationship... I do have some."

That was truly unexpected.

Asuna placed her hand lightly on her breast pocket.

Are there any group photos?