When I Came Back From Another World, A Classmate Was Cuckolding My Childhood Friend And I Deleted My

Chapter 40

Chapter 2, Princess And I — Episode 40 : Confession【Yoshino's Perspective】

Translated by KaiesV
Edited by KaiesV

————Early morning.

I had something I really wanted to tell Kaname today, and I couldn’t stay, so I put an envelope in his shoe box. It was just in the middle of morning practice and there were no students in sight, so I think they were let in without anyone seeing them.

I’m crazy, apparently.

In layman’s terms, a “strange girl.” As a child, I often followed strangers who told me interesting things, because I didn’t know how to keep my distance from people. I was even in the park with a middle-aged man who took me by the hand and I didn’t resist.

It was probably just a coincidence at the time, but thanks to the fact that I did not resist, fortunately my parents found out about it and I was not in any danger. There were a few other times, but often we escaped the difficulty with the help of our neighbors.

Because of these incidents, my parents repeatedly reprimanded me to be careful how I treated people.

And what do you think, it’s almost always the same sex that opens up, especially the boys, I was always advised to be careful with men, I had never been with a boy.

But that same sex is also going crazy because of my changing appearance.

They treat me like a tumor.

My closest friends understood me, but even though I wasn’t close to them, I couldn’t express myself well in words and often had to be blunt and distant.

Barely a relative and childhood friend, Miyabi, was the only boy I could talk to. Miyabi was also asked by my parents and Miyabi’s parents, and by the time I was in elementary school, he was like a bodyguard to me.

I wondered why I was so strange in the way I distanced myself from people, but there was no way I could know the answer to that question as an elementary school student.

It was shortly after I entered middle school. Late at night, I had a rare urge to urinate, and when I went to go to the bathroom, my parents were sitting in the living room with the lights dimmed. I remember my mom in particular looking very serious.

「Saizō-san… the doctor at the hospital said she definitely has Asperger's…」

My usually cheerful Mama, chin and elbows on the table, hands on her head as it was, nodding her head, told my Papa.

A–Asperger’s… I–I… Am I sick…?

I was somewhat familiar with the term “Asperger’s Syndrome” that my mom had told my dad about. But I had never thought that I had Asperger’s Syndrome.

「I see… but she’s still our precious daughter. We’ll keep an eye on her to make sure she’s careful where she needs to be.」

「You’re right, I’m getting serious too…」

Papa gently hugged Mama from behind as she nodded off. From then on, all I could think about was how not to bother my parents. Still, there were some things I just couldn’t change.

It was an obsession with things I liked.

Papa tells me about his experiences in other worlds and his book is a compilation of his stories. My parents would always worry about me because I would forget to eat and sleep over and over again when they gave me a new book to read.

When I finished reading to the end of the book, I read it again from the beginning, even though it was past midnight. I had terrible dark circles in my eyes and had to go to school more than once. But it wasn’t hard at all. I was having fun.

When I went to school in such a state,

「Kagetsu, that’s terrible!」

「I’m okay.」

「Y–You’re okay, wait…」

「I don’t doze off in class like you, Mina.」

Mina Kashiwagi, who is in the same class with me, says things clearly to me.

「Ah, is that so, got it, got it. I’m sorry for worrying you.」

I’m the same way. From the outside, it may feel like we’re fighting. But I’m glad that I can argue with Mina. I’m being blunt in my example, so maybe she didn’t get it…

Mina’s last name changed after her parents separated, and since then, conversations with her have gradually decreased, which has made me feel lonely.

I was like that, but when I entered high school, I found a boy I was interested in. But I could hardly talk to him.

He is a chubby boy and looks like a nerd. I was a little curious about him because he was talking about novels with his classmates during recess.

One day.

A little incident happened. A boy in another class was persistently asking me out. I have no preoccupation with appearance.

A boy who dyed his hair and wore earrings that could be described as flirtatious. I thought he seemed to be trying very hard.

「Hey, Kagetsu-san. Do you want to go hang out after school for a bit?」

「I don’t want to.」

「Can’t you please do something about that, no?」

At times like this, Miyabi would show up, see that I didn’t like it, and drive him away. But he didn’t show up. Instead, I felt bad for him, but that boy I was interested in showed up.

「Kagetsu-san, you have a mobile class next, right? I’m going to be late.」

「Okay.」

「Ahh? Can’t you see I’m talking to Kagetsu-san right now? You fatty, stay out of this!」

Don!!

It was like he got between me and that persistent boy and blocked the boy who tried to talk to me with his big belly, but unfortunately the boy pushed the boy away and the boy hit me.

「Ouch!」

「I don’t know. Because it’s the fatty’s fault right there!」

I fell down with the force of it.

The boys who invited me to join them ran away. Then Miyabi happened to pass by and I thought he was trying to do something not good to me. Miyabi and I are always fighting, but he is kind at heart.

「You, Kirishima! What the hell are you messing with Yoshino?」

「I did… nothing…」

「Don’t get all huffy.」

But Miyabi is quite prone to premature dismissal. And so, such concern of Miyabi’s goes out of control. Thinking that he would harm me, Miyabi would make fun of him at every turn, trying to protect me in the wrong way.

「Miyabi, Kirishima is not at fault. Stop it already.」

「No, that fat guy… he must be trying to play a prank on you, Yoshino. I’ll make sure he knows.」

「I’m telling you that he’s not!」

Ostensibly, he stopped. But I later learned that he had been bullying him without my knowledge.

I was grateful to him for saving my life, and I was afraid that he would think I was creepy because of my distance from him, but then I learned that he was caught up in the eruption of Mt. Ootake.

“If only I had called on him sooner…,” I regretted.

But I don’t know if a miracle happened, but I am surprised that he came back, safe and sound, from missing.

Moreover, he looked like a different person, the excess that hung between his shirt and belt had disappeared, and his round cheeks were no longer puffy and had become sharply defined.

The only thing that immediately identified him was his slightly droopy, kind eyes. His eyes were also slit, and they were both kind and good looking.

I wasn’t able to talk to him when he came back because of the distance, but Miyabi gave me the opportunity to talk to Kirishima Kaname.

「Yoshino, you… you like otherworldly fantasy, right? It’s so much fun to hear Kirishima talk about how fake it is. Listen to it once, and you’ll never get hooked on it either, Yoshino.」

「Okay.」

I responded to Miyabi in my usual curt manner, but inwardly I was happy. To be able to talk with Kirishima Kaname about my favorite otherworldly fantasy…

The next day. Everything was set up and I was done with my committee work and could just write my voice to Miyabi.

「Miyabi, what are you doing?」

「You’re late, Yoshino! It’s already over. And don’t call me Miyabi.」

「Miyabi is Miyabi. I was late because I didn’t slack off, I’ve been working on the committee.」

But it’s embarrassing…

My sense of distance is crazy for things I like, and I found myself doing what I used to do to Papa, even to Kaname. Kaname might’ve hated me.

I was not that different from the old days, but the point is that I was kind without splitting hairs…

After listening to Kaname’s story for a while, I began to feel that the world was somehow close to the one where Papa lived. The key point in all of this is Dragalea, and I’m convinced that I’ve said it out loud.

With Mama’s approval, I invited him home and confided in him about Papa. Kaname was surprised, but I’m glad he was.

But there was something I couldn’t tell Kaname.

I want to confess…

It was about a substitute for Yamagata Nicom, aka Kagetsu Saizō. I told Mama that I would tell my Papa what he had told me to Sakanōe-sensei, a writer I had gotten to know well, but in fact, I had put together a manuscript of what Papa had told me and how he would’ve written it, and handed it to him.

The first time I gave it to him…

「Is this really written by you, Yoshino-chan?」

I silently nodded at Sensei’s question. Because of Papa’s influence, I read through all the books on the bookshelf.

Of course, the book I read most often was Papa’s masterpiece and posthumous work,『Nayuta’s Familiar.』As the daughter of Yamagata Nicom, I was confident that I knew more than anyone else.

Ever since I was in elementary school, I was asked by my elementary school teacher to write book reports, and the ones I wrote as part of my homework won a few awards here and there. But that’s it. I never thought I had any literary talent at all until Papa passed away.

In the end, Sakanōe-sensei apparently just looked over the manuscript and sent it off for proofreading without making any changes. Still, he told me that he was surprised when the editorial department told him that the writer he was familiar with was Yamagata Nicom itself.

He decided to publish my manuscript under the name Yamagata Nicom. However, I asked Sakanōe-sensei to write it at my request.

Many people become greedy when it comes to money, but Sakanōe-sensei had been a great help to me during his lifetime, so he wanted to give me all the money.

But I refused because Papa had already prepared all the necessary materials and stuff, and all I had to do was write along the plot and logline. In the end, the royalties were split fifty-fifty between me, with Mama on the other side.

I had heard Kaname’s story of his experiences in another world and felt the same smell as my father’s last work, so I had put the story together without asking him to turn it down.

I wondered if I should ask Miyabi to read it to me, but I wasn’t very inclined to give him my manuscript, because I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of reading books to Miyabi, unless they’re spoken of by Papa or were comic books or animated cartoons, and I was only looking through a textbook.

In short, I had to say no properly, but I still hadn’t been able to speak properly. Just the thought that Kaname might never tell me about his experiences in the other world again because of something I did that was unnecessary made my heart ache.

But I couldn’t move forward unless I confided in Kaname. So I put an envelope in his shoe box to ask him to come to the back of the gym.

With Kaname’s approval, I would like to submit his story to the web posting site Kakuyomi. Just as Papa’s work remained there…