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 29

Living Alone

“This is the apartment where I live.”

The apartment where Sumire Murasaki lives was indeed nearby.

It’s a three-story apartment at the first corner when walking towards the school side from my house.

The exterior is old, but as there’s also a university nearby, it has always had an image of being full of students living alone.

“This place seems popular and affordable; you were lucky to get in.”

“Just when I was looking for an apartment, a vacancy came up. But, being neighbors must be some kind of fate.”

“Yeah, maybe. Um, so, I’ll leave you here.”

I am somewhat different today.

I’m always nervous when I’m with Sumire Murasaki, but that’s due to the fear of my true identity being exposed.

But now, it’s different.

I’m nervous, or rather, I find myself conscious of her as a cute girl.

I understand it’s probably because she held my hand.

I, who have no immunity to girls, am an easy target.

However, I must not let this momentary emotion get the better of me and trust Sumire Murasaki.

I must not forget that she is the kind of woman who can tie people up with a straight face!

“You’re going home?”

Murasaki looks at me with a bewildered face as if pleading.

Again, it makes my heart skip a beat, but I have to be tough.

Moreover, entering the home of a girl living alone is…

“Murasaki-san, I’ll leave now.”

“You’re going home?”

“Huh? Um, so, I…”

“You’re going home?”

“Ah, um…”

My hand is held, and she doesn’t let go.

Sumire Murasaki peers into my eyes, and for some reason, her eyes are moistened.

“Why are you going home? I told you I’m scared because I live alone.”

“…why are you crying?”

“I’m scared. The hallway here is dark, and lots of rowdy-looking people live here.”

She grips my wrist tightly.

Although it was a tight grip, unlike the rope, it didn’t hurt.

Rather, it’s warm and soft.

At the touch of her hand, the beating of my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

The outside had completely darkened.

I don’t remember much about what happened after that.

I vaguely remember the scene of slowly being led by her hand, climbing the unfamiliar stairs.

The next thing I knew, I was in Sumire Murasaki’s room.