The person who likes me is a yandere.

"Yes, I'm very happy."

Qiong's expression was somber.

"what happened?"

"...Miss Asuna is very polite. Or should I say cautious? She's radiating an aura that says 'I am extremely grateful' at any moment."

"Yeah, that's true. Suddenly moving into someone else's house would make people be on their guard. Although I can't understand Asuna through a psychological test, I think Yui is a good person and she can get along well with Sora."

Because I have no memory of it, it feels like I just met Asuna today, but she was worried about my bad luck and volunteered to share the responsibility of providing me with good fortune. She's such a considerate and kind girl. That can't be wrong.

"...It feels like you know Asuna-san very well, brother. Well, that makes sense, considering you wrote such a passionate love letter."

"Oh, let's change the subject. I don't want to slip and break the plate."

"..."

"Hey, Qiong, why are you suddenly so quiet? I won't break the plate, don't worry."

"...Speaking of love letters, there's something that's quite concerning."

"The idea that the North Star on my butt has long hair is nonsense, don't worry about it."

"That's not important at all. But I understand now, what I care about is... Asuna-san, she has things she doesn't like to eat, right?"

"...Ah, so that's how it is..."

I also recalled a passage from a love letter.

—Because I'll also eat the carrots that Asuna hates when we eat, so we're even, okay?—

Carrots were naturally included in tonight's potato stew for dinner.

"But that was back in elementary school. She should be able to eat it now, right?"

Because Asuna wolfed down the potato stew... no, maybe it was because she didn't like it that she ate it so fast?

"Let's go see what Asuna looks like."

Qiong and I tiptoed toward the dining table without realizing it.

We peeked from the shadows of the door...

Asuna was sitting in her seat, looking down at the dining table with a desperate expression.

The rice bowls, soup bowls, and the Japanese-style plate filled with savory omelet broth on the table were all empty. Asuna's eyes were fixed on the potato stew.

Asuna's expression was so serious that I felt like even I, as a bystander, was sweating. Her chopsticks reached for the carrot, the tips trembling slightly. Even someone unaware of the situation could immediately tell that she disliked carrots. Suddenly, I remembered Yui saying she hadn't had proper potato stew in a long time. So, what I meant by "non-proper" potato stew was probably the version without carrots, right?

Qiong spoke in a voice so soft it was drowned out by the television:

"...Miss Asuna is so pitiful! I have to go and tell her not to force herself."

I shook my head with all my might and whispered:

"Let her be strong."

Asuna has been trying very hard to eat carrots so that neither I nor Sora know she doesn't like them.

There was only one carrot left on the plate.

The last piece.

It would be more sensible to show consideration for Asuna's efforts than to let her know that we noticed she doesn't like carrots. Probably.

Sora seemed to understand my intention, and as if to cheer up Asuna, she clasped her hands together in front of her chest, assuming a prayer posture.

I saw something glowing seeping from Asuna's eye sockets.

She is crying.

I cried because I hated carrots so much.

However, her heart did not seem to have given in. Her eyes shone with a bright and positive light.

Asuna shouted softly, as if encouraging herself, "Okay!" and firmly held the carrot with her chopsticks.

The chopsticks moved slowly to Asuna's lips with the speed of a claw machine picking up a plush toy.

Asuna closed her eyes tightly as if she were about to give her first kiss.

"Go, Asuna-san!"

"Go for it, Asuna!"

I and Sora called out to cheer Yui on. Asuna, preoccupied with her own struggle, didn't hear me—and opened her mouth to bite.

After Asuna chewed a few times, she gulped it down.

He swallowed it without hesitation.

Qiong and I looked at each other silently, then clenched our fists and cheered.

Qiong and I no longer needed to hide. We walked through the crack in the door toward Jie'ai, as if we had just happened to be there.

"Oh, I've just finished eating."

Asuna took a handkerchief from her pocket and casually wiped her mouth and the corners of her eyes.

"...Thank you for the hospitality."

At this moment, Asuna's face showed a proud expression, like a child who had solved a difficult problem. Her face now wore a bright, innocent smile, free from embarrassment or discomfort.

Seeing Asuna's expression, Sora smiled.

Everyone at the table was happy. Until afterwards, when Jie'ai, who had barely managed to eat a carrot, started gagging and almost vomited...

I won't get hacked to pieces! Please support me!

(1) Because of you, my world has been shattered, so I can't live without you anymore, because then I would truly be all alone. — Chen Chencheng, "I Won't Be Killed by a Cleaver"

(2) Because you're so beautiful, I'll keep you hidden at home; shh, don't speak, it's chaotic and unsafe outside, I'll protect you. — Bai Muya, "I Won't Get Cleavage"

(3) Don't you like me? Then kill me! It doesn't matter, as long as you're by my side, it doesn't matter in any form; alive or dead, it doesn't matter. — Chu Ruoxi, "I Won't Be Killed by a Cleaver"

(4) I will erase everything you hate, no matter what, so that you will love me, and love only me forever. — Xia Yumeng, "I Won't Be Killed by a Cleaver"

(5) Please, please don't betray me, otherwise I'll only be able to lock you by my side forever, forever together. — "I Won't Be Cleavaging Me with a Cleaver" by Xiao Ni Chang

(6) Because I love you, I killed you, so that you can only be seen by me, and only I can see your adorable self. —An Ran, "I Won't Be Killed by a Cleaver"

(7) I love you, I love you so much. I never want to live this soulless life again. Licking the blood from my fingertips, I write flowers with my pen, every stroke is of you. Would you like a story like this? It's all because I love you. — "I Won't Be Killed by a Cleaver" by Tang Zhirou

(8) Look, I've finally admitted I'm a yandere. So, in a yandere's love, betrayal isn't allowed, right? But you still betrayed me. Well, it's okay, I'll pay for it all with your blood! Ah, this is the rule of yanderes, let everything fall into hell! Let me pin you against the wall, my fingertips tracing your cheek. Don't worry, I still have my reason. All I'm going to do is add a few more small scars to your face. Hehe, it'll be quick, get ready! — "I Won't Be Killed by a Cleaver" by Tang Yanran

(9) A soulless body will stink if left for too long. Remember to preserve it properly. Don't be disgusted by the smell of formaldehyde. I don't want to be abandoned because of it. Remember our promise to never be separated. — "I Won't Be Cut with a Cleaver" by Akizuki Junhui

(10) Who granted me this eternal slumber, my body scattered across the world with the vultures? The veins of the leaves are clear, pointing to the possibility of suffocation. Sorrow is overwhelming, kindness has nowhere to settle. Silent for years, eyes sealed in dust. Colors are innocent, all that has been lost. Who sees my darkness? I can't count the rumors that fly by and the messages of the messengers, those countless arrows pointing nowhere—"I Won't Be Axed" by Akizuki Suzuki

The new book, "I Won't Get Cleavage," has now been updated to 20,000 words. Fans of yandere stories shouldn't miss it! The first volume has been revised and is even more exciting than the author's first yandere novel, "A Love Story with a Certain Yandere Girl." All the quotes above come from the male protagonist's harem... If you want to read yandere stories, go check it out; you won't be disappointed!

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Misfortune upon Misfortune

Thanks to the commotion caused by Asuna's failed attempt to vomit, the awkward or distant atmosphere between Sora and Asuna eased considerably.

Hinata seems to have an inexplicable affinity for people who feel like vomiting, so her shyness disappears.

For Yui, being seen by Sora while almost vomiting made her look incredibly foolish. Her overwhelming apology escalated into a feeling of wanting to jump into a hole and die if there were one. After her embarrassment reached its breaking point, she developed an attitude of complete obedience to Sora. When Sora said, "I only order you one thing, and that is not to be polite with Sora. Please speak to Sora like you would to your older brother," from that moment on, the feelings of distance in Asuna's heart inexplicably vanished.

This may be because, in Asuna's heart, the feeling of obeying Sora's orders outweighed any unconscious politeness.

What I learned from this experience is that something that can drastically change interpersonal relationships... is vomiting (even if it's unsuccessful).

I think it would be best to change how you address each other while the initial shyness and awkwardness have subsided—even if it's just a temporary situation—and suggest it to both of you:

“I’m saying, Sora and Asuna, do you want to change how you address each other? We’re going to live together… I feel that using such a formal way of addressing each other, ‘Miss,’ is creating distance between us.”

"If you don't call me Miss Qiong... then how about calling me Lord Qiong?"

Where did you get this Tale of Genji from?

"Miss Asuna... is indeed a bit too stiff... Asa-nee?"

...Does speaking faster make it sound like a softer way of speaking?

"...Otherwise, let's call her Xiaochun."

It was a surprise; I thought she would choose a more common name like "Ah Chun."

"Because Sora-san is so cute, she feels like a little chick... Wouldn't you like her? (Author: In Japanese, 'Haruhi' is pronounced Hinata, and 'chick' is Hina. Here, Asuna refers to Sora as Hina.)"

"Sora can accept being called Koharu. Although being called Koharu is a little embarrassing."

As the two women smiled, I smiled too, standing between them. It's a good thing to have a good relationship.

“Come here, brother. Sora also wants to address Asuna-san in another way. Please give me three options.”

"Alright, leave it to me. 'Hospital Girl,' 'Useless Detective,' and 'Cross-dressing Woman'... Come on, which one do you want to choose?"

"...So this is how Qianyu sees me?"

"No, sorry, that was a joke. 'Mingming,' 'Nai Nai'... 'A Jie,' which one do you want to choose?"

"...That last one was one you forced out, wasn't it...? Although it wasn't among the three options, can I ask you to summarize?"

"Yes, please be sure to call me that. Miss Qiong, no, Xiaochun gave me a nickname, which is really nice."

"Xiaoming and Xiaochun? That's great, it sounds nice. I'd also like you to give me a nickname... My name is Qianyu..."

"...How is Asahi?"

If we're really going to call it that, then at least we should choose Asahi, right?

"Alright, let's keep my way of addressing you. Okay, we've had dinner, let's decide on the essential things for our life together."

I announced this loudly from the two people sitting on the sofa.

Let's think about how to share the housework!

"This is very important... How have you two divided it up so far?"

"So far, we each clean our own rooms, and Qiong is responsible for cleaning the living room, bathroom, and toilet. My brother is responsible for taking out the trash."

"We do the grocery shopping twice a week, which we do together. Sora cooks, and we wash the dishes together. I pull the weeds in the yard. Sora is in charge of interacting with people on the street and circulating messages on the message board."