My Classmate Whom I Helped Seems to Be Mentally Sick, So I've Been Trying My Best to Hide My True Identity, But It Seems Like I've Been Found Out - Chapter 15

Do You Have Any Idea?

“… I’m sorry!”

Taking a deep breath in the hallway, with determination and resolve, prepared to face death, I jumped into the home economics prep room and the first thing I did was apologize while prostrating.

Then, a cheerful voice could be heard.

“Do you regret it? Are you really feeling sorry for lying to me?”

Lured by the lively, dry voice, I lifted my face.

Then,

“Ah…”

“Don’t move, okay? There are still lots of things I want to ask.”

The pointed lead of a pencil lightly touched the tip of my nose.

It’s just a pencil, but if it’s sharpened well that if it stung me, it can definitely cause injury.

Cold sweat ran down my cheeks, my throat tightened, and I lost my voice.

“Question number one. Are you really close with that girl?”

“Ah…”

“What is it? Come on, won’t you deny it?”

The pencil dug a bit into my nose.

At that moment, I managed to make a sound.

“No, that’s not true! I really don’t know anything about that girl!”

“Really? Then, next question. Are you looking forward to the club activities?”

“Huh? O-of course! I can hardly wait for the after-school activities!”

“I see, I’m glad. Then, the final question.”

The pencil was lifted away from my nose.

Relieved, I exhaled, and she asked while leaning in to look at my face.

“Do you have any idea who was behind Momo-nyan that day?”

***

“…I really can’t say that.”

In response to the last question asked by Sumire Murasaki in the home economics prep room, I answered, ‘I don’t know.’

I lied.

However, her reaction at that time was surprisingly calm, saying, ‘I see. Well, it can’t be helped then,’ and she let me go.

So, having been released, I returned to the classroom.

“… She’s not here.”

The girl I was on guard against was Saki Mifune.

I was thinking about what to do if she ambushed me again and started talking, but nothing like that happened.

Safely, I managed to return to my seat in one piece.

Now, even the feeling of sitting on this hard chair is comforting.

The coolness of the damaged, narrow desk feels good.

“Sigh…”

Normally, I would be looking forward to after-school activities.

But now, I find myself wishing that classes would go on forever.

I was that distraught.

Sumire Murasaki most likely has realized my true identity.

I don’t know why she would ask in such a roundabout way, but there’s no doubt she is onto me.

And I have told a lie upon lie.

It’s too late now.

Even if I apologize at this point, she probably won’t forgive me.

No, even if she does forgive me, what awaits me is binding from Sumire Murasaki.

I have no choice but to keep it hidden.

After school, when the club activities are over, I need to contact the people who know my true identity to dispose of the evidence.

I must ask them to absolutely never mention that I had been working part-time——