Tokyo: About My Yandere Girlfriend

"Yesterday..."

Nanami fell into deep thought.

"I have no idea why Asami would suddenly want to do that... suddenly make that decision... I'm her sister... but I didn't even realize that..."

Don't blame yourself too much... saying this probably won't do anything.

When faced with that kind of situation...it's normal to not be able to empathize with the person.

There isn't much that can be done, so just choose to listen quietly.

Nanami remained silent with this thought.

At this time, the faint crying sound mixed with Yukiko's words could be heard intermittently in my ears.

"Is everything I did wrong? I want Mami to be better, I don't want her to continue in the same muddleheaded way as before... Is this the wrong approach? I don't understand... I have tried so hard but nothing can be changed. There are unfair factors, and reality has developed to a point that I hate. Is it really just because I am incompetent? I don't know what to do... What should I do, Nanami... What should I do..."

Nanami looked at Yukiko's beautiful profile.

The transparent liquid seeping from the corners of the eyes now continued to gather along the cheeks towards the chin, and finally dripped onto the floor beneath the feet.

Yukiko-senpai...

Nanami's right hand, stretched forward, paused in mid-air. After a brief hesitation, her palm touched... the shoulder.

"It's not your fault, Yukiko-senpai. This kind of thing... human factors cannot be interfered with."

Yukiko's crying became a little more obvious.

The air lingering around was filled with the smell of bitter potion, and mixed with it, his lips seemed to feel the wet and salty touch of tears. All he could do was watch this scene happen.

The crying sound, which lasted for about five minutes, gradually stopped.

Yukiko's face was disturbed by tears... Nanami seemed to notice the subtle wrinkles that appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Yukiko Yumi-senpai, who looks more exhausted than ever, is now facing the reality of being alone, and she has to continue to persevere in this state...

It takes a lot of determination to do this.

"Nanaha...thank you. I've been holding back a lot of things, and it's great to be able to speak them out. Also...I'm sorry for wasting your time. I always bother you again and again like I am doing now."

Yukiko stood up... and wiped her messy cheeks with her sleeves, creating a sense of picture... as if she had returned to the optimistic senior in her memory.

only......

After experiencing that, Yumi-senpai revealed her true thoughts...

The truth is clear.

"No, there's no need to thank me for this. I just did everything I could. As for wasting time... there's no such thing. I don't think I'm wasting time."

"Nanaha...you are a gentle man. I have believed this in my heart from the beginning."

Even though she was suddenly praised... Nanami didn't feel happy about it at all.

Are you really paying too much attention to these things?...

"I know that I am not the kind of person that my seniors describe me as. I am just good at treating others the same way they treat me."

Nanami stood up.

Next...it's time to say goodbye.

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"I'm back......"

Even if I said this clearly, there would be no response from the empty surroundings.

Even so, Nanami chose to break the silence in the room with a calm voice, as if she was saying her catchphrase.

After spending the next two days on weekends...I will officially start my new job.

Nervous?... This thought had never occurred to him. Instead, at this moment, he felt...relaxed as if he had let out a long sigh of relief.

“There’s nothing that can be done.”

Looking at the relatively clean surroundings, there is still nearly an hour before the sugar arrives home, and it doesn't take that long to prepare the ingredients...

So, there is still plenty of time left.

Is there anything that can be done...

After looking around, Nanami came to the conclusion that there was nothing.

...Really.

Sitting down in front of the low dining table, Nanami had an urge to yawn. The moment he put his thoughts into reality, he suddenly felt a sleepy feeling in his mind.

So sleepy...

Since there is still plenty of time left... let's take a nap for now.

He gradually closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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"The Men of Letters..."

"Literati-kun..."

The warm breath constantly stirs the neck, the hair touching the face gives people an itchy touch...the dormant consciousness is gradually awakened.

Gradually feeling the presence of light, Nanami slowly opened her eyes.

The scene that appeared before my eyes...

Arisu Sato's face came closer.

"Oh...it's sugar..."

After supporting the body, the arms and face that had been under pressure for a long time began to feel sore.

"It seems like Fumin and Yukiko-senpai did a lot... He was so tired that he fell asleep uncontrollably..."

......really.

"I've already got Satou's consent, and I explained it to you right away. Don't you think it's a bit too cunning to say this to me in this tone afterwards?"

Nanami stretched out her hands at the same time... and began to pull the cheeks of Sato in front of her with light force.

"Apologize, you dare to deny my determination, this is really infuriating."

Feeling the pain in her cheek, Satoshi's tone changed from tough at first to compromising.

"Ugh...sorry...I just wanted to play with the literary man for a bit."

...like a real idiot.

Nanami put on a helpless expression and then loosened her hands.

Sugar covered her cheeks and looked over here with an unhappy expression.

"It hurts, it hurts... You bad guy... You're so cruel as to do this to a pretty girl who has no power to fight back..."

"No matter how hard you try, the title of 'a pretty girl who can't fight back' doesn't apply to you."

Nanami stood up and prepared to go into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The next moment, he suddenly felt a special touch on his back that was extremely familiar to him.

"I... will kill you."

After a moment's reaction in his mind, the scholar turned around and his chin touched the top of Sando's head.

"Really? Is this the 'defeatless beautiful girl' you were referring to? This is really shocking."

"Stop talking so much. Tell me...what is your last wish before you die?"

Nanami thought about it for a while and soon came up with the answer.

"When Sato's last name becomes 'Nanami'... I want to wait until that day comes if I can."

After she finished speaking, Sato, who had buried her face in her arms, immediately raised her face and looked at Nanami with eyes that revealed dissatisfaction.

"Idiot... you're being too cunning. You know I'd be embarrassed to hear something like that, right? But you still choose to do it... I hate people who do that deliberately."

"Because Sugar is cute when she's shy."

"I'm so annoyed... Go prepare dinner for me."

Satou pushed Nanami away...feeling a bit incoherent.

Changing the last name.....which means...

marry.

Marrying a literary man...

That guy is suddenly saying something stupid...

Covering both cheeks with both hands, Sandu...I have never felt my heart beating so fast before.

"Nanaha, you're just saying this to please me, right? Getting married... that's not what you really think."

Even the sound became strange...

This strange feeling...is like the first time I experienced a hug.

"Well... maybe it's possible to please each other. After all, the essence of dating is to please each other, right? Make up for each other's shortcomings and consider each other as much as possible..."

Nanami held her chin with her right hand and nodded to herself as if she had understood some philosophy.

"Yeah, indeed... Now I feel like I understand you a little better."

Chapter 275 I can't help but have that thought

One day has passed since the 'falling accident' occurred.

Today is Saturday.

Tomorrow is the 'date' operation that was agreed upon in advance.

As autumn deepens, the temperature in the bed becomes more nostalgic than before. There is no need to get up too early on weekend mornings. We can stare at each other as usual while remaining conscious... For some reason, I feel a sense of shame for this behavior.

When observing closely, it is impossible to look away from Satoshi's pure deep purple pupils.