The Bewitchingly Beautiful Girl I Saved 4 Years Ago Returned to Me, but Now She Is a… Yandere?

And then, time passed in the blink of an eye — the day of the university festival had finally arrived.

It was 8:30 in the morning.

With only 30 minutes left until the park opened, I stood in front of Mitomaa-san’s house.
By the way, the agreed-upon time was 8:25 AM.
I was already five minutes late, but it was to be expected, or rather, Mitoma-san has never been punctual — not that she doesn’t try, but today must be a special day, so she must be focused on doing her makeup.

Thinking this way, I patiently fiddled with my smartphone.

There were several messages on LINE.
A confirmation from Mura, a reply confirming the first shift of the performance, and finally, a love call from Mitoma-san that said, “I’ll be a little late, don’t hate me for that okay?~♡”

I really didn’t know how to feel.

But perhaps she is considering my tiredness as the vice president with a lot of work to do.
I am happy that she has this kind and thoughtful side to her.

Well, I do hope she fixes her casual attitude towards punctuality.

After informing Mura that everything was alright, I waited a little, and soon received a reply.

“Got it! Let’s do our best today! You should also try to win over her!”

I have no intention of winning her over, and I already feel like I have, but there are still some things I need to do to improve our relationship.

I should try to get out of my cowardly move soon, not just for myself, but also for Mitoma-san, who might be suffering too.

I should show her the parts where I have grown.

For now, I should respond to this useless argument with my best friend…

“Shut up.
Stay quiet, you happy couple.”

As I laughed at the pointless argument with my best friend, a breath brushed my ear.

“Huh?”

“Senpai.
What are you laughing about?”

It’s now 8:36 AM.
Eleven minutes have passed since the appointment time, and the heroine of the day, Mitoma Suzune, has finally appeared.

She was wearing a long white skirt that gave off a clean feeling, with a slightly see-through light blue blouse with frills.
And the small shoulder bag made her look like a female college student.
I was a little surprised to see Mitoma-san, who usually wears punk clothes, looking so girly.

Her smile had a hint of implication, giving me a different impression than usual, and my heart skipped a beat.

“….Hmm? Hey, what’s wrong, senpai?”

“….Oh, ah! S-Suzune.”

“Oh, you noticed me.”

“Sorry… I was just lost in thought.
So, are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, all set and ready to go! By the way, were you lost in thought just now?”

She approached with a grin, the scent of her shampoo wafting from her soft black hair.

“…..W-Well…”

“So, was it because of me, senpai?”

“…Y-Yeah, it was.”

Once you mess up, things can’t go back to the way they were.
And now, because of my panic, I can’t escape from the mischievous glances of Mitoma-san.

I realized things were getting dangerous and slipped away to her side.

“Wah! Senpai, you just touched my bo*bs!”

“Eh, ah! S-Sorry about that…”

“Hehe… Just kidding.
You’re so cute… really.”

“Ugh, hey!”

“Ahahaha! Senpai, you’re too cute~!”

Mitoma-san tried to hug me again, her grip firm and unyielding.
I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, unable to escape for about ten seconds.

She smelled so nice, and her body was so soft.
I couldn’t shake off the feeling of pushing her down and ravaging her right now.

I felt it.
My chest tightened, even though it was just about to begin.

What on earth was happening…?

With those thoughts in my head, I let Mitoma-san pull me by the hand as we headed towards the university.