I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 55

Love, an Undefined Entity

“Yui-chan”

Momo-sensei was a kind teacher.

“Shall we play, sensei ?”

Whenever I was left waiting for my father who never seemed to come, Momo-sensei would show me a warm smile. There was no falseness or deceit, only pure love existed there.

“So, Yui-chan, you like Akira-kun?”

“Yes… But She also like that boy.”

Back then, I felt like I couldn’t compete with my best friend who had platinum blonde hair.

The golden shine that boy had dimmed my dull shine, and I thought all the boys in our kindergarten were drawn to him.

“So, is Yui-chan giving up? Can you genuinely forget about Akira-kun?”

“No.”

“Then, you absolutely must not give up. Even if people think you’re selfish, or someone says it’s not love, you have to give it your all to be happy with him.”

Momo-sensei smiled gently.

“Love is shapeless.”

“Momo.”

“Huh?”

A middle school boy in a nearby school uniform stood there with a sullen look, and Momo-sensei rushed over in a fluster.

“That’s why you shouldn’t come to my workplace.”

“I don’t care.”

The middle school boy, who hid his face with his messy long bangs, glanced at me and then looked away indifferently.

“Hello.”

When I greeted him, he looked up to the top right, his hand in the pocket of his baggy pants.

“…Hi.”

Pushing aside the gruff middle school boy, my father, dressed in a suit and wearing an expensive watch, called out to me.

“Yui, come here.”

“Yes.”

When I stood behind my father as ordered, he began lecturing Momo-sensei with phrases like “Why is an outsider here?” and “You lack awareness as an educator.” The teacher, who had kindly taken care of me until late out of pure goodwill, repeatedly bowed apologetically.

“Hey, old man.”

In the middle of the one-sided tirade, while spinning my father’s pricey watch with his index finger, the boy in front of me whistled and laughed.

“Can you see what’s important?”

“What?! Give it back!!”

My father stepped forward with a rough voice, and I stumbled backward in fear—caught by Momo-sensei, who had fallen headfirst.

“Nagisa.”

The teacher, whose forehead was cut by a stone, said while bleeding.

“Return the watch to Minatsuki-san and go home. Right now.”

“But—”

“Go home.”

Nagisa, as he was called, clicked his tongue and left. My father, who had been dumbfounded, came to his senses and aggressively confronted Momo-sensei.

“This is a liability issue! I will report this to the principal—”

“Minatsuki-san.”

The Momo-sensei I looked up to— wasn’t the kind Momo-sensei I knew.

“Please hold your child’s hand. This is the third warning. There won’t be another.

If due to your negligence, this child ends up dead—”

Momo-sensei had a terrifying look in her eyes.

“I will, without fail, make you pay.”

As if pressured, my father took a few steps back. Momo-sensei, who followed him, forcibly joined my hand with my father’s.

“It’s in your best interest to throw away such pointless pride. Instead of worrying about something so trivial, you should think about what truly matters.”

Before I knew it, Momo-sensei had returned the watch that Nagisa had pocketed to my father’s wrist.

“This, this is a threat…”

“Yes.”

My teacher gazed intently at my father.

“I am threatening you. Please, don’t forget that.”

After that, my father started to hold my hand. If I had spent my childhood without ever holding my father’s hand, I might have run away from that house long ago.

That’s why I respect and love Momo-sensei.

But I don’t know what kind of love that is… because love is an undefined entity.

***

“Akira-sama~, do you need Akira-sama~?”

Yura, dressed in a mosaic-patterned happi coat and headband with Akira’s face, was parading around the front of the station, raising her voice with a megaphone.

“Akira-sama~, do you need a fresh Akira-sama~?”

Next to Yura was Maria, with a gaunt face. Dressed the same way in an Akira-patterned happi coat, she had a pink glow stick sticking out of her headband like a horn and was raising her near-death voice through the megaphone, saying, “It’s cheap, it’s cheap~.”

“Yu, Yura-senpai.”

Maria stopped pulling the cart loaded with fresh Akira, turned off the power to the modified refrigerated cart.

“What… what’s wrong, Maria…?”

For some reason, from the moment we started, Maria, who had been lacking in energy, looked at Yura, who was wiping her sweat with a fresh smile.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to ask… What is ‘fresh Akira-sama’?”

“Eh… That, right…?”

When she pointed at the refrigerator on wheels, which could be described as such, Maria nodded with a cloudy look in her eyes, saying, “I see~.”

“So, Akira-sama was a refrigerator!”

“Maria… what are you saying…?”

Has she lost her mind?—Ignoring Yura’s concern, Maria muttered, “I’m sorry, I was wrong,” while staring into the void.

“I love Yura-senpai… but I can’t imitate that guy… Why do I have to sell such a mysterious thing as ‘fresh Akira-sama’ on my precious day off… It’s okay because Yura-senpai is cute…”

“Ma, Maria…?”

“Yes! I’m fine!!”

“Uh, okay. So, let’s move to the next point—”

Yura’s cell phone rang, and a single email caught her eye.

Sender: Kiriyama Sumire

Recipient: Minatsuki Yui, Kinugasa Yura

Subject: Emergency

Text: My brother has been kidnapped

“Yura-senpai? What should—”

Yura took off at full speed.