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 2

Will You Tell Me?

“Hey, Sumire Murasaki seems to have a pretty tough personality, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah. But well, if even Maeda gets turned down by her, she’s clearly out of our league.”

“No doubt. But I wonder who that guy is that Murasaki thinks so highly of? I’m kinda jealous.”

The news of Maeda being turned down spread quickly throughout the grade.

Due to that, everyone’s interest in Momo-nyan’s true identity intensified even more.

The details that Sumire Murasaki deduced about the person inside the suit—height, physique, and walking style.

There was an event in school, somewhat like a search for the perpetrator, to determine who matched that description.

“…Scary.”

I am 166 cm tall.

I’m a bit short and walk with a slightly bowlegged stance.

I don’t stand out and have no notable friends, so for now, no one seems to suspect me.

But it’s only a matter of time before people start speculating that it might be me.

And if that happens, there’s a chance my real identity could be exposed.

Of course, even if it’s revealed, I plan to deny everything, but given Murasaki’s profiling ability, where she seemed to know the person inside just from seeing the mascot, there’s a high chance I won’t be able to deceive her forever.

Once she’s onto me, it’s game over.

No matter how cute she is, if I’m pursued by someone as intense and mentally unstable as her, my high school life is over.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say my life would be over.

If the saying ‘Marriage is the graveyard of life’ is true, then the moment my identity is revealed would be my trip to the graveyard.

“…At any rate, I need to stay out of sight.”

Lunchtime.

I took my lunchbox and escaped to the rooftop.

Normally, I eat quietly in the classroom, but even that felt too risky now, so I fled.

To a place where no one could see me.

Trying my best to erase my existence from everyone’s memory, I hunched my back and left the classroom, heading up the stairs in the back.

I went out onto the rooftop.

“Sigh… Why did it have to come to this?”

While basking in the slightly lukewarm breeze on the rooftop, I crouched down to eat my lunch.

Being alone didn’t bother me.

But why do I have to be treated this way for doing a good deed?

That’s what I was unhappy about.

The person I helped turned out to be unstable.

Being liked by such an intense and clearly mentally unstable girl is terrifying, no matter how cute she is.

I felt like I had lost my entire three years of high school.

“…Hmm? Is someone coming?”

Usually, nobody comes up to the rooftop.

But I saw a silhouette as the heavy iron door creaked open.

“Huh? Takizawa-kun?”

“Murasaki… Sumire-san?”

It was Sumire Murasaki.

While brushing back her long hair, she approached me.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh… Why are you here, Murasaki-san?”

“I’m tired and just wanted to get some air. It’s hard, I can’t find him easily.”

With a sigh, Murasaki seemed to have spent the entire day looking for her beloved.

“…That’s tough. I hope you find him soon.”

“Right? And liars like today show up. It’s disgusting how some people lie to that extent just to be popular.”

Sumire Murasaki’s expression turned slightly sour, irritated.

This girl really is a bit off.

She’s intensely passionate about the things she loves, and she completely despises what she dislikes.

She is such an extreme person that I can only smell danger in her.

“Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, I’ll go first.”

I quickly tried to leave, thinking it was not good to let anything slip while talking to her here.

But Sumire Murasaki stopped me, saying, ‘Hey,’ and asked,

“…How tall are you, Takizawa-kun?”