I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 11

Seize the survival route!!

“I’m truly sorry!!”

In the Student Guidance Room, the gal who bowed deeply before Unya-sensei and me had her face clouded over with an apologetic look.

“It was me who put hair and nails in Kiriyama-kun’s shoe locker. I’ve always liked him and I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

“…What do you think, Kiriyama?”

“What do I think…? She’s not the culprit. You see, I don’t sense ‘Yandere aura’ from her. There’s a distinct lack of the overwhelming madness that incites my survival instinct.”

“Kiriyama, hold on a moment.”

As we walked out of the guidance room together, the 26-year-old teacher let out a sigh.

“So basically, Kiriyama. You’re saying you don’t believe that girl is your stalker, is that right?”

“Of course, Because, after all―”

“The color of the hair was different.”

Outside the Student Guidance Room, Minatsuki-san, who seemed to have been waiting, now wore study glasses and had changed her hairstyle to a ponytail.

“The hair in Akira-kun’s locker, they say it was ‘black,’ right? But she dyes her hair… Plus, her nails are grown out to show off her manicure. The hair and nails were put in Akira-kun’s locker just two days ago. It’s difficult to believe she put her own hair and nails in there, isn’t it?”

Why do you have to suddenly appear and act as if it’s all normal?

“Minatsuki, eavesdropping isn’t commendable.”

“I came to call the teacher. Homeroom is about to start.”

Unya-sensei, apparently having forgotten

“Damn it”

“Sorry, Kiriyama. We’ll talk later. Kinugasa! Do you have time after school?”

“Eh? Ah, yes.”

The gal—Kinugasa Maria—seemed terrified by sight of Minatsuki-san and trembling.

“Then, after school it is. I’ll stop by the staff room first, so you guys head straight to the classroom. Don’t be late.”

“That’s it, don’t be late.”

As I followed, clinging to the teacher’s hem, I was lightly punched by the 26-year-old bachelor.

“Were you listening? Go to the classroom first.”

“No way, no way, no! I’m going with the teacher!”

I have to go with her, or I’ll die!

“Akira-kun.”

Minatsuki-san separating between me and Unya-sensei with a grip strength that was startling.

“You shouldn’t trouble Unya-sensei, should you…?”

Her gaze is intense!! She could kill with her eyes!!

“Kinugasa!! What are you spacing out for!! Our life and death in the next minute is in this person’s hands!?”

“Eh, ah, eh? Sen-sensei!!”

Finally grasping the situation, Kinugasa stood up from her chair, leapt in front of Unya-sensei , and spread her arms wide.

“U-Unya-sensei! That girl, she’s got a stun gun!”

Hey, hey! There’s no way Yandere Minatsuki-san would make such a mistake, right!?

“…A stun gun? Where?”

Minatsuki-san asked with a breezy demeanor and a smile.

“Eh? In her, um, pocket, maybe?”

Minatsuki-san turned her pockets inside out, still smiling cheerfully.

“Kinugasa, stop doing such foolish things. There’s no need to indulge Kiriyama’s idiocy.”

Realizing that appealing to Unya-sensei would be futile if she were actually carrying a stun gun while going to call him, Kinugasa raised her voice towards me.

“Hey, wait! Kiriyama, let go of her hand!”

Seriously? Deactivating a landmine with your own feet?

“…Huh?”

Minatsuki-san stopped smiling and looked quizzically at Kinugasa.

“Huh?”

Feeling the weight of the murderous intent in her words, Kinugasa staggered back a few steps, looking at me as if seeking help.

“Minatsuki-san, help me!! That woman is looking at me with such covetous eyes!!”

“I tried to help you, yet you betray me!?”

No, you only make the situation worse

“Akira-kun… so adorable… acting so spoiled… yes, you can bury your head in Yui’s chest more if you like…?”

I can do this!! I’ve grasped a lifeline to survival!!

As I was frantically pressing my head into Mizuki-san’s bosom, the teacher’s arms reached out and pulled me away.

“Hey, Kiriyama, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“It’s more serious than just a fever. Please let me accompany you to the teacher’s office. I’ll prostrate myself and even lick your shoes if necessary.”

“Alright, alright. Do as you like.”

I adore the Unya-sensei. I love her (in terms of her utility value).

Whether she had already fled or not, Kinugasa was nowhere to be seen, and I clung to the teacher as we headed to the classroom via the staff room.

Naturally, Minatsuki-san followed, which was intimidating.

“Well then, let’s start the morning homeroom.”

Somehow, I managed to save myself, I sat next to Minatsuki-san, who was pretending to be a model student in front of everyone, and reached into my desk to get my textbook for the first period when―

“Hm?”

I found an unfamiliar, pitch-black lunchbox.