I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 10

The Gal Who Claims to be a Stalker

“But, seriously, I am a stalker!”

Ignoring the gal who declared herself a stalker, I walked on, only for her to desperately chase after me and grab my sleeve.

“There’s no way that’s true. The person on the phone yesterday was a real ‘yandere.’ You’re just an ordinary girl, not some mob character.”

“Mob? What’s a ‘mob’?”

Without any intention to explain, I started walking again, but she hurriedly followed, blocking my way.

“I am, really, a proper yandere!”

“Then show me some proof.”

“Uh, well…”

The gal dug into her uniform pocket, shows me a glimpse light blue bra while she pulled out and thrust a photo of me at me.

“Look, your photo! I always carry it around!”

I Snorted and moved on.

“Hey, wait!! Seriously, wait!! It’s pretty intense for someone to carry around the photo of a boy they’re not even dating!”

“Don’t grab me, it’s annoying. If I deal with a nobody like you, I’ll lose my interest in facing a real yandere.”

At school, there’s Minatsuki-san (and she’s even in the seat next to me), and on top of that, I have to deal with that delusional “Akira-sama True Believer.”

I can’t let everyday life defeat me.

“First off, your way of speaking is too different from yesterday. You used ‘Boku’ as your first-person pronoun and called me ‘Akira-sama.’ Your way of speaking was more hesitant, and you were supposed to be adept in using power words based on faith.”

“People change!”

Yanderes don’t change.

“Anyway, just listen to me for a bit―”

“Akira-kun, who’s that girl?”

Without even a word, I started to run as fast as i can.

“Hey, wait a minute! Why did you suddenly start running?!”

Why are you so fast on your feet. Why you caught up to me and ran alongside me, please stop asking.

“Shut up!! If you want to live, just run!!.

“What a predicament.”

As expected, Minatsuki-san appeared from a side street, effectively blocking our path, shaking her head with a melancholic expression.

“Good morning, Yui! It’s a coincidence to meet you while jogging!”

“Akira-kun, running away means you feel guilty, right? I trusted you, Akira-kun. I was in such a good mood this morning. Because I had a dream about you. But now, it’s all ruined. I’m sad. Yui is sad. Maybe it was a mistake to let Akira-kun go outside. That’s right. I need to be heartless. Yes, that’s right.”

Hey, let’s have a conversation!

“Minatsuki Yui…? Doesn’t it feel different?”

“You, buy me some time.”

“Eh?”

I smiled.

“While you do that, I’ll escape.”

“Eh, why do you need to escape― Why is she, on the way to school in the morning, brandishing a stun gun!? Is she crazy!?”

Humming a wedding song through her nose, Minatsuki-san brandished the stun gun threateningly and charged straight at me.

“Do you have any dreams for the future?”

“Eh, what!? Is that a question to ask now!?”

“How much money do you have?”

“Uh, well… 2350 yen?”

“Minatsuki-san!! I was deceived by this guy!! Help me!!”

“Eh, wait!? Th-that’s not―!”

I have no interest in a mob without financial capabilities.

“Akira-kun deserves punishment, punishment, punishment, punishment, punishment, punishment, punishment, punishment…”

This is hopeless!! She’s only interested in me!!

Scanning for any possible solution, my eyes catch sight of a bus at the stop ahead.

“Come with me!!”

“Hey, wait!”

With her insane smile gradually speeding up, Minatsuki-san, known as the fastest girl in school, begins to show off her strong legs―

“Ah!”

“…Tch!”

Perhaps she didn’t want to step on my photo that had fallen from the gal’s breast pocket, so she made an unreasonable change of direction and slipped.

“Please go!! It’s seriously a matter of life and death!!”

Responding to my earnest plea, the bewildered driver steps on the accelerator.

Though the students already on the bus stir at the commotion, the bus smoothly departs, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Hey, wait a minute”

“Huh?”

Looking down at our joined hands, the gal blushes from her neck to her cheeks, shyly.

“Let go of my hand…”

It’s amazing that you can come up with a romantic comedy scenario under these circumstances.

When I let go of her hand, she waved her hand in the air, then looked up at her upper right and mumbles, “What’s up with that guy, huh?” in a bewildered tone.

“That was―”

My phone, borrowed from my sister, vibrates with an incoming email.

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Sender: Minatsuki Yui

Recipient: Kiriyama Sumire

Subject: To Akira-kun

Body:
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you,
I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you.

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Following that, numerous emails arrive from an unfamiliar address, each bearing the same message.

“She’s a real yandere.”

As I sat next to her at school, I began to seriously think about how I could save my life from her.