The person who likes me is a yandere.

"Then, could you please let me take a look?"

"But, should I say it's not very convenient here..."

Are you embarrassed to let your classmates, whom you're meeting for the first time, see the photos?

No, that sounds like a lie to me.

"...As expected, there was no evidence."

“I don’t mind revealing the evidence here… Does Qianyu not mind?”

The students who were quietly listening to my conversation with Asuna and the homeroom teacher wanted to get to the bottom of things, and so did I.

“I don’t care. Even if I drew a picture of a love umbrella with our names on it on my stomach, I wouldn’t mind.”

"Since you've put it that way... I understand."

Asuna took out a piece of paper folded to a quarter size from her uniform pocket and unfolded it into an A4-sized sheet.

"...Should I read it aloud?"

Read it aloud?

Asuna, standing in front of the podium, focused her gaze on the paper.

"...I said I was going to write a letter to Asuna, but I don't know what to write. It feels strange, but I have something to say, so I'll say it. This is a letter, so I should say I'm going to write it. Never mind, don't worry about it."

Although it was a bit sudden, I like Asuna.

I like you, not because you secretly eat the green peppers when the teacher isn't looking when there are green peppers in my food. It's because I also eat the carrots that Asuna hates when there are carrots in my food, so we're even. Before, when Asuna stayed at my house, we took a bath together and counted each other's moles, right?

At that time, I had a cardiac catheterization.

The so-called cardiac diversion refers to the acceleration of the heartbeat, which is a trend I started in Class 2 of Grade 4.

Even though looking at all the moles on Asuna's body is enough to make your heart race.

However, when Asuna looked at his body, he also experienced heart problems.

I have a mole on my butt that looks like the Big Dipper, right? I hide it so no one outside my family can see it. But since it's Asuna, I'm letting you see it.

I feel happy as long as I'm with Jie Ai.

Do Asuna feel happy when she's with me? If Asuna is happy, then I am happy too. If Asuna is unhappy when she's with me, then it's an unbearable unhappiness for me.

The fact that I think this way means I like you.

If you come to stay at my house again next time, let's take a bath together and count the moles on each other's bodies. Looking at Yui's body, I felt a mix of disbelief and a sense of unease, but could I say I wanted to keep looking? Even though it was tantalizing, it was still incredibly arousing.

In Chinese class, we had to write a letter to someone we considered important. Although I wrote a letter to my mother, since I had some time, I secretly wrote one to Jie'ai as well. "After you finish reading it, throw it away quickly. Goodbye."

...This is a letter that Qianyu wrote to me when I was in fourth grade...Can it be used as evidence?

After reading it, the student lowered his head, looked up, and asked me a question.

I examined the contents of the letter with near-zero composure.

I still don't like green peppers. I probably couldn't have eaten them when I was in elementary school.

I have a memory of myself using the phrase "heart diversion." Later, in sixth grade, this slang term evolved into meaning related to pornography.

It's true that I have a mole on my butt that looks like the Big Dipper. I feel very embarrassed about it and have been carefully hiding it ever since to avoid being discovered.

...Yes, this is the letter I wrote.

Then again, I really want to slap my fourth-grade self.

Chapter Eleven: Running Your Legs Off

Then again, I really want to slap my fourth-grade self.

Even though he should still be in the stage of just before he became aware of sex, he honestly wrote down his feelings when he saw a girl's body.

—I don't know whether to call it unbelievable or an inability to calm down, but should I say I want to keep watching? Even though it's making me itchy, it's definitely a heart-pounding experience.

……idiot.

The classroom was in an uproar over this letter, a letter so embarrassing that even a third party would feel distressed after hearing it. The situation was now at a crossroads: whether or not I should admit the letter was written by me. The sports accountant, abusing his power, threatened me, saying, "Qianyu, why are you keeping quiet? Did you write this? If you don't speak up, I won't give you any credits!"

Asuna stood in front of the lectern, carefully holding the letter in both hands, her head bowed low.

I made up my mind.

"...Yes, this must be the letter I wrote."

The classroom was filled with cries and groans.

This means that I have to admit to my classmates that Asuna and I were ex-lovers, and that I have a mole on my butt that looks like the Big Dipper.

Someone sitting by the window yelled.

"Where Asuna's mole is is completely unimportant! Why didn't you write down where Asuna's mole is?!"

It seems nobody is interested in my mole.

The physical education accountant at the back of the classroom was deep in thought, his head in his hands.

"Everyone should have a fair chance to develop a romance with a transfer student... I can't believe that Asuna's romantic partner has already been decided... You beast, I have to give Asuna and other students credits fairly. Being a teacher is such a harsh job! My favorite word is definitely favoritism!"

...It seems I need to prepare to talk to the Education Committee.

I turned around from the seat directly in front of the podium—to block anything that might be thrown at me—but nothing seemed to be flying towards me.

The noisy classroom gradually returned to silence, and the students stared blankly at the podium.

So I turned my body back to the front...

Asuna cried silently.

A drop of clear liquid trickled down the face of a beautiful, expressionless doll. But that wasn't the only surprising thing.

"Asuna-san?"

She left the podium, walked to my side where I was sitting in a chair, and hugged me tightly without hesitation.

"...Showing the letter to Asahi...it scared me. Even though I know Yoshitsu has lost her memory...this letter is my treasure. I kept thinking, what if you deny it, saying you could never write such a letter...but, thank you."

Asuna's sobbing voice rang in my ears.

My ears started to feel hot.

This is almost like speaking directly into my brain.

Not just the surface of my ears, but my whole body was burning hot. It felt like the parts that Asuna touched were about to get burned.

I am currently in the state of cardiac diversion that I was described in fourth grade, with my heart pounding like a drum.

Upon seeing the hugging scene, the students were all speechless.

I was speechless.

In this space, only Asuna remained silent. Through the gentle breath that caressed my ear, I knew she was bringing her lips closer to mine.

"...Qianyu, I have so much to tell you. Stay in the classroom after school."

After Asuna finished speaking in such a soft voice, she moved her body away from me.

After making such a bold move as hugging her classmates, Asuna returned to the podium as if nothing had happened.

The shock of the hugging incident—calling it an incident wouldn't be an exaggeration—sweeped through the classroom, creating a warm atmosphere among the students (almost all girls) who were eager to offer their support for the girl's romance. Although, I doubt anyone wanted to support my own love story…

Then, just as most of the boys who wanted to do everything they could to block my path to love were considering the risk of being disliked by Asuna-san if they cheered or made a fuss, they kept quiet...

A man recklessly abused his power.

"I'm going to do 3,000 squats in PE class today! If my leg muscles are sore, I won't be able to go out on a date after school!"

Chapter Twelve You're Overthinking It

A super-beautiful girl transferred to Class 2-A.

The rumor spread throughout the school in no time, and every time get out of class ended, curious students would push and shove in the classroom corridors.

The visiting boys, upon seeing the transfer student's exceptional beauty, all wore gentle smiles, seemingly captivated by her charm, gazing at Asuna with utter adoration...

But once they learned that Asuna's ex-boyfriend was Asahi, their gentle smiles turned into sharp expressions of resentment, and they glared at each other as if they were seeing their father's killer.

Every time I had a break, someone would glare at me from the corridor. I couldn't take it anymore, and as soon as I stepped out of the corridor, a complete stranger said to me in a voice that didn't sound like he was joking, "...Sell me the medicine."

It seems the rumors that I've been abusing my secret aphrodisiac on transfer students have already spread throughout the school... Seriously, can I leave early?

I was sitting alone at my desk, flipping through the textbook for the next class like a top student, when...

"Hey, Qianyu. You've suddenly become a celebrity."

Baba-en—the man obsessed with blotting paper—walked over.

"You'd better not get involved with me. You'll be seen as an accomplice to drug dealers."

"What did you say? I don't care at all what those guys think of me."

Because I get stared at from the hallway during breaks, I was isolated in the classroom today.

I never expected him to talk to me like he always does when I'm in this state...

"Qianyu, don't pay any attention to those guys. No matter how envious you are, they can't do anything except glare at you. If anyone does anything to you, just tell me. I'll beat them up."

This guy is a true friend.

"...Babaen, you're a good person."

"What, you're only realizing this now?"

"For the sake of Baba Garden, I have to tell you something I've been too embarrassed to say until now. You have to give up blotting papers. Otherwise, you'll end up having to go to the dermatologist."

"Dermatology? What does that mean? Does it mean dermatologists will come to study my beautiful skin? That's not cheap. Haha."

Bachangyuan, what's with that joke of yours that sounded like it came out under the influence of illegal drugs?

"Hey, I also have something to say for Qianyu."

"If you're trying to say that I look surprisingly cute as a girl when I dress up as a woman, then I already knew that."

"Qianyu, what's with that joke of yours that sounded like it was told under the influence of illegal drugs?"