My Childhood Friend, a Cool, Beautiful Girl With a Pure Face, Is a Monopolising Yandere
The rainy season is over.
The trees claim a vivid green under the blue sky.
The school is beginning to feel the heat of summer, and the light breeze coming in through the open windows caresses the cheeks of the students, who are tired after a long day of classes.
The end of the semester is near. Walking down the corridors, everyone is anxious about the upcoming final examinations, and there is constant talk of studying in the classrooms.
Classmates, who are usually relaxed as this is not a preparatory school, seem a little tense at this time of the year.
“Haa…… seriously, maths is trouble”
“English long reading comprehension, what the hell am I supposed to do!”
“Biology is too wide!”
Such voices can be heard from here and there in the classroom.
In such a noisy lunch break, I was flicking through my notebook in my seat.
“Huh ……”
I can’t remember the mathematical formula and just sigh. I really can’t skip the final exam.
I have to devote myself to my studies, but then again, I don’t have the personality to concentrate if I study at home by myself.
“Yuto, you are in the classroom.”
Suddenly, a calm voice echoed from behind me.
When I looked up, Ran was standing there.
Whenever I am approached by her in school, people around me always glance at me. The scene of me and Ran talking has become quite famous in the class.
“What’s wrong, Ran?”
“Today, after school, we’re going to study in the library. If you do it alone at home, you won’t make any progress, will you? The final exam is coming up, so you should take it a little more seriously.”
It’s more of a half-command than an invitation.
It’s true that I don’t really feel like studying on my own either, so maybe I should just follow the orders here.
“Well, yes. It’s quieter in the library, so I might be able to concentrate.”
“Of course. Come as soon as you finish class. Don’t make any unnecessary detours.”
Ran leaves after saying that.
The surrounding classmates are looking at me with a smirk, but I pretend not to care. I have nothing to be jealous of.
Before the final exam, it is natural to study hard. She is in charge of monitoring me so that I don’t slack off.
There is no deeper meaning other than that.
There is no deeper meaning.
No
At any rate, after school, let’s go to the library.
By the time the after-school chime rings, the sun is shining and the seats by the windows are already quite hot. As I left the classroom and proceeded down the corridor, the blue sky spread out from the window by the stairs. Full-blown summer is approaching.
I open the door to the library.
It was more crowded inside than I expected. Perhaps it is because it is before the tests, but there is a struggle for seats in the normally quiet library.
When I slipped between the bookshelves, I found Ran by the window.
Apparently, she is looking for a seat.
“Ran, there are more people here than I thought.”
“It’s just before the test, of course. If you don’t get a seat soon, you’ll have to study standing up.”
Her eyes are serious. She is quickly observing her surroundings, as if she were observing a rare species.
Suddenly, one of the tables becomes available and Ran moves quickly.
“There’s room for two over there. Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
We rush over and secure a table. We sit down side by side.
Thank God it’s empty.
“Okay, we’ve got a seat. Well, let’s start with maths for now. ……”
“You weren’t very good at maths, were you? Show me your notes.”
Ran says calmly.
Her voice was lower than when she spoke in the classroom, and she spoke in a quiet tone typical of a library.
I take out my maths notebook from my bag and present it to her
She smoothly rewrites the formulas and points out the key points with her finger. Very efficient.
After a word or two, there is no particular conversation.
Silence is the rule in the library.
The students around us are frantically flicking through their problem books.
With the faint sound of pencils running, we cast our eyes down to our notebooks and textbooks.
After a while of immersing ourselves in our studies, I get stuck on a difficult problem.
What’s this …….
How am I supposed to solve it?
As I crossed my legs under the desk, staring at the problem book with a wrinkled brow, I felt something touch me.
I gently checked under the desk and saw that Ran’s foot was faintly touching mine
“Sorry!”
The surrounding students glanced at me.
Ran stops me by putting her index finger to her lips, ‘Shhhh.”
I did it. …… I’m ashamed.
If I can’t speak up, how can I apologise?
No, I don’t know if I need to apologise in the first place, and she might not even care.
But I want to follow up in one way or another.
When I was thinking about it, Ran slid a notebook towards me.
On the note, ‘Don’t worry about it’ is written in pencil in small letters.
Apparently, the other side also intends to communicate in writing without speaking out loud. I hesitated, then took a mechanical pencil and wrote ‘Okay, sorry’ in the empty space in the notebook.
Ran looks at it, nods once and writes more.
‘Concentrate,’ she says. She coolly urges me to study, as if the initial contact we had earlier was a lie.
But is it an illusion that the way she writes seems a little softer?
The angular script seems to be slightly rounded.
On the desk are problem books and notebooks, and in the surroundings is the silence characteristic of a library.
The evening sun shining through the window casts an orange glow on the spines of the books, and dust glints in the air.Everyone is serious, perhaps because the last big exam before the summer break is approaching.
I retry the question.
This time, I ask Ran how to solve it in writing.
I write in my notebook, ‘Is this formula correct?’ Ran writes in her notebook, ‘you got it right up to the halfway point, but there’s a calculation error’.
It is refreshing to communicate without speaking out loud. It’s as if we are exchanging secret messages, which is slightly amusing.
After a few more written messages, when I finally solve the problem, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Ran writes me a small note saying ‘well done’.
I reply, ‘Thanks, teacher’, and Ran makes a wry gesture with just her eyes and shakes her head slightly. She adds, ‘I’m not a teacher.’
Time passes and it’s time to go home. I need to go back to the classroom and pack my things, and Ran will continue her studies at home.
Before leaving the library, I confirm in writing, ‘That’s enough for today’ and ‘Yes, let’s do our best again tomorrow’.
We remained silent until we got up from our seats and passed by the return counter. But it was a more fulfilling communication than exchanging 10,000 words.
As we walked out into the corridor and the sound of people’s voices returned, Ran let out a small breath.
“I’m glad we got to study in the library today. You made more progress than you did at home alone, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah. It’s faster to rely on Ran than to try to do it on my own.”
“Well, I don’t want you to depend on me too much, but if you’re serious about it, it’s worth supporting you.”
“That’s more efficient?”
“That’s what I mean.”
It sounds a bit mean-spirited, and she doesn’t sound too happy about it.
“Come to class early tomorrow. We’ll go over the main points before the test. I’ll pick you up early.”
“Hahaha, okay, okay, okay.
I’d even call you teacher.”
“You don’t have to.
I’m me, you’re you. That’s good enough.”
After saying that, Ran turns forward.