A Yandere Who Can Turn Back Time Confesses to Me Until She Succeeds - Chapter 2

That love letter is dangerous ②

A warm breeze blew through as I opened the poorly built rooftop door.

I squinted as I stepped onto the rooftop.

The not-so-well-maintained rooftop rooftop showed hardly any signs of people.

Glancing around, I spotted a female student sitting on a bench.

When she noticed me, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she hurriedly approached me.

“…are you Sakurazaka-san?”

I wanted to confirm first.

“Y-Yes, that’s me! L-Long time no see. Ehehe.”

It seems she is Sakurazaka-san, but… long time no see?

“Have we met before?”

“Ahaha… don’t you remember that we used to play in the neighborhood park?”

I’m at a loss. I don’t remember at all.

Judging by Sakurazaka-san’s reaction, we must have had some sort of interaction in the past.

It seems she knows me.

“Sorry, I’ve never had a good memory.”

“…I see. Well, there’s no use complaining about something you don’t remember. And it’s not like I’m in a position to complain about that…”

“Thank you for saying that. So, about this letter…”

“Ah, yes! Can I hear your response?”

As I took out the love letter, Sakurazaka-san’s eyes lit up with hope, her voice filled with anticipation.

She seemed so confident about the confession that it made me feel guilty, but I decided to make it clear.

“I’m sorry. I can’t date you, Sakurazaka-san. I have someone else I like.”

I voiced the words I had decided on in my mind beforehand, calmly and straightforwardly that I couldn’t be with her.

I don’t actually have someone I like, but I said that to gently turn down the confession.

Sometimes, I think lies are necessary.

If I say I have someone I like, Sakurazaka-san would have no choice but to give up, minimizing the hurt.

This was the most considerate response I could muster.

I’ve said it many times before, but I like being alone. I want and have my reason to be alone.

So, it’s not that I don’t find Sakurazaka-san physically attractive.

In fact, if it were only about looks, she’s quite my type.

She has an average height that’s neither too tall nor too short and a slender, delicate frame, yet she has curves where it matters.

She has peach-tinted black hair that reaches her chest and a small, well-defined face.

Any regular guy would probably jump at the chance to date someone like her.

“U-um… ahaha, I don’t really understand, Yu-kun.”

Yu-kun?

Ah, she must be referring to me.

She probably called me that nickname when we were younger.

I don’t remember, though.

“I have someone else I like. That’s why I can’t date you, Sakurazaka-san. I’m sorry.”

“W-what… Didn’t you promise, Yu-kun? That we’d get married when we grew up… H-hey, what didn’t you like about me? If you tell me what your ideal is, I’ll get plastic surgery or whatever it takes! So, can you tell me? Please, just tell me!”

Sakurazaka-san, her face going pale and voice shaking, grabbed my arm.

Her intensity was so overwhelming that it felt as if she might really undergo surgery if I were to ask her.

A chill ran down my spine, and I shook off Sakurazaka-san’s grip.

“I’m so sorry, truly sorry.”

Then I ran off the rooftop.

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Akari Sakurazaka.

I search for that name within the drawers of my memory.

But no matter how hard I tried to recall, I couldn’t remember her.

I desperately wish that she mistook me for someone else, but given her reactions, that possibility seems slim.

After all, she knew my name.

Anyway, I’m going to sleep early for now.

Having experienced two Fridays, I’m utterly drained.

However, I couldn’t believe my eyes when the next morning came.

A third Friday has arrived.

The TV was broadcasting the same programs, and the breakfast menu hadn’t changed.

At this point, the hypothesis of having a prophetic dream falls apart.

It seemed natural to think that I was simply repeating the same day.

I had no idea what was going on.

Still, there was nothing I could do.

I tried searching on social media for someone with the same experience, but I couldn’t find a single person.

With no solution in sight, I decided to just attend school, sit through classes, and then finish the school day——

Perhaps due to the repetition, it felt as if I was confined in the classroom for more than twice the usual time.

And then, I opened my shoe locker after school.

And inside it——

“…?”

There was no love letter.