Chapter 2: I really hate people like you

Third day of school.

I sat in the most secluded corner seat I could find and observed my surroundings.

Like a houseplant.

Or a tree.

Erasing my presence, I sharpened only my hearing and eavesdropped on the surrounding conversations.

“The baking club is recruiting new students, so I joined!”

“Sweets? Suits you.”

“Ah. If I ever make some, I’ll give them to you as a gift.”

“It’s fine. I don’t really like sweets anyway.”

“You don’t like them?”

“…Well. If you insist on giving them to me, I guess there’s no reason not to accept….”

“You do like them, don’t you?”

“Mhm.”

‘These precious young girls, who wouldn’t hurt even if I put them in my eye, are gathered together laughing and chatting!’

‘More than that, that girl seems like an incredible player.’

‘A master at coaxing out the words ‘I like you’…!’

‘And yet, with that ‘I don’t know anything’ face, I feel like I want to give her a ‘well done’ stamp.’

‘What a beautiful sight this is.’

It was only the third day, but the class had already formed cliques of like-minded girls.

‘Good heavens.’

‘Everywhere I look, it’s a scissoring—no, a yuri angle.’

‘This, this, is the scent of a heart-fluttering pure love story.’

“Uhu, uhuhuhu… Oops.”

‘Gotta manage my expression. Manage my expression.’

I clutched my wildly pounding heart along with my chest flesh and took slow, deep breaths.

‘Have I barely calmed down, I wonder?’

It wasn’t that I was trying to hide my dazed expression to look good for someone in particular.

It’s just that if I were grinning to myself in a corner of the classroom, I’d stand out.

These overly kind girls wouldn’t just leave someone like me alone, and if we got close and, by some unfortunate chance, one of those poor souls actually developed feelings for me, I might truly die of sadness.

‘So, I prefer being an outcast.’

‘That’s the concept.’

‘I don’t want to get involved with anyone.’

‘Yep.’

‘Instead of wasting time on someone like me, they should film even one more scene of a youthful yuri story. It would be even better if they showed it to me…!’

‘Let’s hide my presence.’

‘Like a ninja.’

‘I am a ninja high school girl.’

‘Me.’

“So f*cking happyyyyyy-….”

‘But happiness is welling up so much in my chest that I absolutely have to let it out….’

‘Whispering it as quietly as possible was the last shred of my rationality.’

‘It’s a huge relief that no one seems to have heard me.’

“Tsk.”

The tongue-clicking sound wasn’t made by me.

Turning my head to find the source,

Dana was glaring at me with a look that said she was about to die from finding me pathetic.

I assessed the situation,

and blurted out a question that preceded even the shock of ‘My secret ninja high school girl stealth technique has been discovered?!’

As quietly as possible.

“What are you doing, Dana…!”

“What?”

“Isn’t this golden time precious to you?”

“Say any nonsense and I’ll kill you?”

“You should be seducing even one more person, increasing the angles… No. Ah. Fist, p-put it down, I won’t say anything else….”

‘It’s absolutely not because my stomach, which got hit yesterday, is throbbing like crazy.’

‘If I get hit again in a place like this, it’ll draw attention, and whether it’s good or bad, attracting attention is not what I want.’

‘Go hit that healthy-looking girl over there.’

‘With affection, of course.’

“It would be nice if you hung out with other girls besides me… like the top student of the year, for example.”

“Hey. Didn’t you say you wouldn’t say anything?”

“Delinquent and model student might be cliché, but it’s also a consistently popular bestseller… He, I’d like to see it in real life once, ihihi….”

“Are you saying I’m a delinquent?”

I tilted my head at the unexpected question.

“Aren’t you?”

“….”

‘She can’t deny it.’

‘Though she seems a little angry.’

I felt it intuitively.

‘If I poked her just a little more here, I’d get punched in the gut like yesterday.’

Since I had no talent for feeling pleasure from being hit like some kind of born masochist, I truly shut my mouth at that point.

Thus, a strange silence enveloped only Dana and me.

In a classroom filled with cherry blossom light, what kind of mood was this?

I didn’t give birth to Dana, and I certainly didn’t raise her, but anyway.

I had less self-control than I thought, and as such, I would sometimes go wild.

Like last night in the dormitory.

No matter how I might appear on the outside, my true essence is that of a disgusting TS girl who sings the yuri-yuri-yuri-yuri-yuri-yuri song.

My childhood friend Dana couldn’t possibly remain unaffected.

Having been exposed to the dark delusions of a dirty d*ckhead for over ten years, it would be stranger if problems didn’t arise.

“Hoooong…! S-Sorry, Danaaaa…!”

“Why are you suddenly crying, idiot!”

“Dana, girls shouldn’t say such harsh words…!”

“….”

“Huok, hu, hoooong…!”

‘I’m sorry. Sorry. Dana…!’

‘She has a pretty face, a distinct personality,’

‘if only I didn’t exist, she would have been roaming everywhere as a l@sbo queen!’

‘To such a talented girl, I, who had a profound impact on her upbringing, showed her all sorts of unsightly things, so now she’s completely turned off by the very idea of yuri.’

‘I, who nipped a budding prime yuri specimen in the bud, wouldn’t be able to atone even if I repented a hundred times.’

So, what was flowing from my eyes now were tears of repentance.

‘But wasn’t I supposed to not stand out right now?’

‘Ah. It’s okay.’

‘Because I’m using my stealth technique….’

“Calmed down a bit?”

“Mhm. Seeing the top student’s face.”

“Hey, you.”

“She’s really pretty. How can she be so beautiful?”

“…I’ll see you in the room later.”

‘I wish you’d say things like that to other girls, not me.’

‘If only it wasn’t directed at me, it would have sounded quite lewd. What a huge shame.’

Dana, as if sulking, abruptly left her seat.

Thanks to that, I could continue to admire the top student’s face.

‘Blonde hair, that’s classically good, isn’t it…!’

‘Pale skin.’

‘A well-defined nose.’

‘Big eyes.’

‘Slender.’

‘A luxury bag that seems to boast ‘I’m rich’ suits her well.’

‘She looks like a doll.’

‘To be that good at studying on top of all that is a total cheat, isn’t it?’

Glancing around, I could see quite a few gazes directed towards the top student, besides my own.

Of course, not dark and gloomy like mine, but on the contrary, fresh and innocent.

‘Is she like an object of admiration?’

‘Good. Incredibly good.’

‘Admiration turning into love is truly a classic cliché, isn’t it?’

She, who had appeared a little late, was quickly surrounded by the girls around her.

I became a little curious.

‘What kind of young girl would end up dating someone so perfect?’

‘A plain girl? Or a delinquent? Or another model student?’

‘Or could it be a harem, after all?’

‘I’m dying of curiosity…!’

The train of thought naturally began to progress towards lewd things.

To the point where I’d have no excuse if I were reported for being a crazy pervert who’s itching to sexually harass girls whenever I see them.

‘Would she be the top or the bottom?’

‘She’s so pretty, her partner wouldn’t leave her alone either way.’

I started to worry a little about the top student.

‘What if her p*ssy catches fire from all that…?’

“Mm, mhm….”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Thinking about the top student…?”

“Really? What about her?”

“Like… what if the top student catches fire….”

“…Catches fire? Me?”

‘Wait, who am I talking to?’

‘For the past three days, I’ve diligently rejected any girls who approached me, so the only person who would talk to me is Dana, and she left in a huff.’

‘Oh, pretty blonde hair.’

As if doused with a splash of cold water, I snapped to my senses,

and when I emerged from the wings of my delusion, what was before my eyes was….

“Abu, abubu, abububu….”

The face of the top student herself, whom I had been diligently sexually harassing in my mind until just moments ago.

“W-Whoa, I’m startled…!”

I was genuinely surprised and blinked my eyes rapidly.

In the midst of it all, praise me for barely managing to swallow back a curse.

‘To see through my stealth technique, she’s no ordinary person.’

‘As expected of the top student…!’ As I was making such nonsensical exclamations of admiration,

the brilliant blue eyes, set in subtly languid eyes, took me in fully and asked.

“Don’t you think calling someone ‘Top Student of the Year’ to their face is a bit much?”

“Th-That’s because I don’t know your name…?”

“Alicia.”

‘Ah. Good heavens.’

I fell into despair.

Could anyone other than me possibly fathom the emotions I felt when the top student told me her name?

I thrashed about wildly, swimming in the waves of despair.

As if my efforts weren’t pitiful enough, the top student tried to drive the nail in the coffin.

“You can call me Lisha.”

“Hic.”

‘Allowing a nickname on the first meeting? There’s a limit to how lewd one can be.’

‘This obscene wench!’

I really felt like tears were about to stream down.

Of course, not out of emotion, but because I was truly, truly, truly filled with regret.

‘Why on earth are you talking to someone like me, you foolish girl?’

‘I’m a total bomb.’

‘Like a trap card.’

‘I’m non-recyclable trash itself, completely unhelpful for your scissoring angles…!’

‘Or are you one of those?’

‘Like an environmental protection group or something?’

‘Are you pitying the polar bears losing their habitat and so you’ve joined the axis of evil that controls yuri, or what?!!’

“Huh, why are you suddenly crying?”

“I hate it! I want the polar bears to die, but you keep talking to me…!”

“…?”

“I, I really hate you, Top Student….”

“Lisha.”

“……Anyway, I hate you. Go awayyyy….”

I think I struggled almost desperately.

Why did such a big event have to happen to someone like me of all people?

If only the target hadn’t been me, if I could have witnessed it directly, I might have died from sheer happiness.

Why, why me, of all people.

Really…!

At that point, I feigned composure.

Restraining my struggles as much as possible, I spoke to the top student.

“I really hate you. Someone like you….”

Although I was rambling,

for someone like me, this was a fairly accurate expression of my intentions.

Normally, they would have thought, ‘What kind of unlucky b*tch is this?’ and walked away.

And then they would have enjoyed a ha-ppy yuri life.

But the top student was no ordinary person.

After hearing everything I said, she brought her pretty face so close it was almost nose-to-nose with mine,

smiled brightly, and calmly murmured.

“But I like you.”

As soon as I heard those words,

I foamed at the mouth and fainted.