I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 12

In a lunchbox of this size, if I just pack a little bit of ◯◯◯◯ ◯◯◯◯ …

“Brother, you must absolutely not open that.”

“Eh, why?”

When I was at a loss on how to deal with the pure black lunchbox, I received a sudden message from Sumire. After consulting her through email, she called me.

“It’s definitely a ‘gift’ from that dangerous person yesterday. Didn’t they say they would come to pick you up today? It’s better for them if you’re unconscious for the kidnapping, so it’s safe to assume that some sort of stuff is mixed in.”

Am I some sort of government official or something?

“But it’s bothering me. I can’t focus on my studies in the morning. And unnervingly, Minatsuki-san isn’t getting involved either.”

I thought I might be killed at any moment, but at school, Minatsuki-san was particularly unconcerned with me, acting like a perfectly normal person without any problems.

“…A camouflage, perhaps?”

“Eh?”

“If Minatsuki-senpai is seriously planning to imprison you, she would definitely not let her true intentions slip. She might be hiding her affection for you so as not to be suspected in any way, in case something happens.”

“But she didn’t seem to be hiding anything in front of the teacher, did she?”

“Either she can’t control her jealousy… or she sees me as an enemy, like when she’s dealing with me… one of the two, I guess?”

“Minatsuki-san sees Unya-sensei as an enemy? Why?”

“I don’t know. From my perspective, she’s just a convenient tool that fulfills my wishes.”

“Don’t treat someone’s homeroom teacher like a secret tool.”

“By the way, Onii-chan, did you really check the contents of the phone?”

“I did. I think even for a brocon, there’s a limit.”

Inside the SD card that my sister insisted I should ‘absolutely check’ were thousands of photos of me.

“But I love you, Onii-chan!”

That byte-heavy love of yours is crushing me, so please stop.

“Stop sending emails every few minutes, too. It’s getting annoying. Words like ‘I love you’ aren’t something you should be saying to your brother.”

“Did you listen to the voicemail too?”

Her lively voice echoed, showing no signs of ceasing her numerous annoying actions.

“Why do I have to listen to your ‘I love you’ voice message every time I get an email? And that’s not all, after ‘I love you,’ it’s ‘stew,’ right?”

“I wanted you to know how much I love you all the time! Did it make your heart race?”

It made my heart race wondering if my sister was crazy.

“Let’s keep the jokes in moderation, okay?”

“Sure! I’ll listen to what Onii-chan says~! Do you like me? Do you love me?”

“No, not particularly.”

The sound of a cutter blade extending, click-click-click-click, and the gasping of hyperventilation reach me through the phone.

“I like you. I love you.”

I declare in in a monotone, and then a sticky, whispering voice wraps around my ear, invading it.

“I like you too… Onii-chan, I love you…”

To drown in a sham of love, such is the fate of the pitiable.

“Then, I’ll hang up. Thanks for the advi――”

“No!! If you hang up, I’ll die right now!?”

Wow… Just a flick of my finger, and I could end a life.

“Keep the call going. And whisper ‘I love you’ into my ear. Then, I can be a good girl.”

Back in the classroom, I record “I love you (monotone)” into a voice recorder, set it on repeat, and toss it into my desk along with my phone.

“Onii-chan… I’m so happy… I think I’m going crazy… Because, since a while ago, all I can hear is Onii-chan’s voice… It’s amazing…”

My sister is such a breeze to deal with.

During lunch break, Minatsuki-san usually eats with the student council members in their room, and today she seems to be absent from the class as well.

“Phew, finally, a moment to breathe.”

I place my pitch-black bento box on the desk and then open the lid.

“Ah, crap! I accidentally opened it――”

Upon seeing a mix of copious black hair and blood, I gently close the lid and throw it to the trash can.

“This is beyond any wild imagination… I underestimated the yandere… It’s not just about mixing stuff into food… This goes directly to the stomach…”

Black hair 100%!! (Includes blood components)

Though I impulsively throw it away, I obviously couldn’t just leave it in the classroom trash can― Feeling an intense “gaze,” I turn around to find Kinugasa Maria standing there.

“Did you throw that away?”

“…No, I didn’t.”

What’s this unease? Has the atmosphere changed from before?

I picked up the bento box, checking that its contents hadn’t scattered too much, and noticed a letter stuck to the inside of the lid.

To Akira-sama,

In preparation for welcoming the true deity, I have sent a “part” imbued with my life force. Please consume it. By doing so, my love will be conveyed to you, and you will realize that I am your devout follower.

Akira-sama, I yearn for you. I love you. My love for you is divine, enveloping me completely.

I will always be by your side, eternally.

Ah, this person is already too late!

“Right?”

At the moment I finished reading the letter, Kinugasa whispered fidgetingly.

“Hey… would you come with me after school?”

Her cheeks flushed, she had a white bandage wrapped around her left wrist.

TN: Kinugasa maria has blond hair… the hair color in bento is black. does that mean… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)