The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
I started dreaming about him.
If I ever meet him, he’ll be surprised. I think I’m pretty cute.
Will he like me when we meet?
…So, until he notices me and finds me, I’ll keep it a secret that I’m a girl. I’m sure he’ll be happy.
I won’t make the same mistake again.
I hope we can slowly become friends.
…My parents are divorced.
My father, who was a member of parliament, became obsessed with a younger woman and abandoned my proud mother and young me. I think my mother raised me strictly because she lost custody of my younger sister and felt defeated by my father, who had run off with a younger woman.
Having grown up with such parents, I had no interest in boys. But I was drawn to him, who seemed to enjoy playing the role of a cute girl.
I was surprised by myself.
A little while later, I found out that he was a classmate at the same high school. I would watch him whenever I had free time. He was always alone. Someday, I wanted to be by his side.
Maybe he could accept the fake version of me.
In my second year, I ended up in the same class as him. I was so happy. I didn’t get to sit next to him, but every day was fun.
Until that girl confessed her feelings to him.
As they started dating, I could see him becoming more and more drawn to Katase san.
Soon, he logged into the game less and less, and I was alone in the game world too.
Then, one day, he logged in with a girl. It must have been Katase san. Katase san taunted me and mocked me, flaunting that Aira kun was hers.
I spent every day on the game, even using my mother’s credit card to pay for it. What a betrayal.
But I can’t hate Aira kun.
I end up blaming Katase san.
Why am I doing such a terrible thing? This is no different from my mother, who beats me to get her way.
But it’s too late to turn back now.
So I have to keep being this way,
Right? Someone, please help me.
I don’t have any friends.
I’ve always been alone.
And I always will be.
……
One day, he caused a commotion.
He stood up for his important girlfriend.
I somehow realized it.
He’ll never look back at me again.
Then, this is meaningless.
So, I have to end it.
This too. Myself too.
But, just one last thing.
Just one last selfish request.
I picked up my smartphone.
The screen displayed an email with only the words, “I want to meet you one last time.” This is the address we use to communicate in the game.
If I send this to him, it will be over.
I didn’t use my real name, Masaya.
I’m sure he won’t reply.
But that’s okay.
If I can end myself.
Without me as the host, the people around me will scatter.
I’m sure this will settle the matter of the snowball I rolled back then. …I’ll be at peace.
Maigetsu