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 22

Found You!

“…There seems to be nothing out of place.”

After having dinner, Sumire Murasaki quickly left once the cleaning up was done.

Immediately after, I returned to my room to check if anything had been tampered with, but there was no sign of anything being ransacked.

Well, that doesn’t prove that she didn’t enter my room.

Honestly, I do have a memory of putting that apron somewhere in the room, but I don’t know the exact location.

The closet is packed with winter quilts and clothes, it’s not in a state where one can search through everything inside in a short amount of time.

Maybe I’m overthinking this.

That kind of checkered pattern is common, after all.

“Sigh… But starting from tomorrow, it’s going to be depressing.”

It’s hard enough with just Sumire Murasaki, but now there is Saki Mifune as well.

Moreover, since the purpose of Mifune is still unclear, I can’t do anything rashly.

I wonder what will happen to me…

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“Hehehe, ehehe, ahaha~”

I received his personal item for the first time.

An apron.

It came out while I was exploring his room.

He wasn’t using it, so I took it.

If Takizawa-kun really is my destined person, then this will be the commemorative first item I received from him.

No, there is no ‘if.’

Takizawa-kun is undoubtedly the person who saved me that day.

He seems to be hiding his true identity out of embarrassment.

But I found out. There is an envelope inside his desk.

The envelope likely contained the daily wage and the statement inside it.

It was dated on that day.

He received a salary from the company that was holding an event in front of the station that day.

Thus, he was undoubtedly working as a part-time staff that day.

But he didn’t tell me about such a thing.

He lied and told me he was in the library that day.

Lies… Lies are not good.

No matter if it’s intended to hide embarrassment, lying is unacceptable.

Takizawa-kun.

You have to tell the truth properly tomorrow, okay?

“…and as for you, Saki Mifune. I’ll have a job for you too.”

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“Good morning, Takizawa-kun.”

“G-good morning.”

Morning.

As usual, Sumire Murasaki came to pick me up.

And,

“Good morning, Sumire-chan. Please take care of Hayate.”

“Yes, Auntie. The club activities will officially start today, so we’ll be a bit late, but thank you for understanding.”

She has completely become friendly with my mom.

It feels beyond mere acquaintances.

However, I can’t interfere in others’ relationships.

It would be strange to tell Murasaki not to be friendly with my mom and vice versa.

All I can do is try to keep these two as far apart as possible but in moderation.

“Sh-shall we go now? I want to go to school early today.”

“Why?”

“Uhh, well, I want to organize the topics for the club meeting.”

“Heh, you’re motivated. Then, we should go soon. Auntie, see you later.”

“Yes, see you, Sumire-chan.”

I quickly left the house to separate my mom and Sumire Murasaki.

And then we head to school.

With Sumire Murasaki.

It’s quiet for a while.

We walk side by side on the tranquil morning road.

Since she is so quiet, I glance at her from time to time, but she seems to be in a good mood.

Of course, I don’t want to talk, so I don’t strike up a conversation.

Suddenly, something sticking out of her bag caught my eye.

“Oh? That apron…”

“Hehe, this is very important to me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. It was given to me by someone important, so I want to take good care of it and carry it around.”

“Hmm.”

Apparently, my conjecture seems to have been wrong.

I don’t remember giving her an apron, and it seems like the one she has just happens to have the same pattern as mine.

But I wonder who this important person is.

Could it be a guy… no, probably not.

If that were the case, it would be convenient for me, but there’s probably no such good story.

It’s likely something given to her by her parents or something.

That must be the punchline.

By the way, I wonder what kind of people Sumire Murasaki’s parents are.

I want to ask how they raised such a daughter… nevermind, I don’t even want to meet them…