The Aishi family was quite the group of people to fear. Their famous lineage of all daughters rose suspicion, what were the odds of a single generation only producing one child; and that child always being a girl?
However, Ryoba Aishi was the firs...
I've decided to pick this book back up.. lol But out of respect for the anonymous who was put in an unfortunate situation with Yan dev, I do ask to not give Yandere simulator anymore money or support. *also I just found out Yandere dev doesn't like the concept of Yandere-Kun so now I'm continuing this story somewhat out of spite and a "fuck you" to yandev.
———Ayano Aishi
I hate cliches. I always did. To me, they were predictable, lacked excitement and they would often have no connection to me as an audience to the characters. I appreciated more of an in-depth plot, one that possibly contained a plot-twist, but I digress. It's why I didn't like Najimi Osano that much. I didn't hate him, there was no reason to, I couldn't blame him for the crush he had on Taeko too, she was a gorgeous woman. However, the thought of two childhood best friends getting together just bored and upset me. Especially those two. To me, they had the chemistry of a Disney channel couple, puppy love at first, but they would grow apart. Not as friends, but lovers, I'm sure they'd still be great friends in the near future. If there was one thing I knew about Taeko, it was that she preferred boring over boisterous. She hated big gifts and was an all-time introvert, opposite to Osano. That was fine with me, I wouldn't want her to change anything about herself in order to stand-out anyway. So a little makeup would go a long way with her.
My vanity at the side of my room had everything I basically needed, a small, black tube of thin mascara and shiny lip gloss. My hair straightener was plugged into the wall behind the vanity, blinking to show it was still in the process of heating up. In the meantime, I grabbed the heat protector spray next to the lip gloss, holding it above my black hair and lightly coating the strands. Back in its respective place, the hair straightener blinked one last time before remaining in a red light. I always straightened my hair, no matter, I didn't like my hair the way 'yato liked his. Poofy and fluffed up, it matched his facial structure but not mine.
I sat at my little vanity, my hair being pulled into my usual style with the hair tie. I've been recently trying harder to appear more attractive, as just a way to try and impress Taeko.. Though she was kind of a basic girl so flashy things would scare her away most likely. Eyeing the black tube of mascara, I suddenly had an idea. Looking over my shoulder, I stood from my vanity and made my way towards the nightstand next to my bed. Taking my phone off the charge, I tapped the screen protector once and watched as it turned on, my eyes dilating instantly to the lock screen photo of me and Taeko. We had gotten so close in an abnormally small amount of time. And it wasn't until the sound of my door opening that I actually zoned back in. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes dilating just a bit when I saw my mom. "Aww! Look at you!", she exclaims, clasping her slim hands together. My eyebrows flinched into a slight furrow, my lips tugging apart when I see her nails. She must've seen that lady again, the one who did her nails while they gossiped. I've been there many times, many times I've gotten my own nails done, and I didn't realize until I was 11 that their conversations were rather.. unnatural. They spoke in hushed tones, used code words, looked around the shop. I looked back in her eyes, then I turned back to my vanity. "Is there something you need?" I asked as I eyed my phone. "No, just wanted to check up on you! You look so adorable! Your senpai will just adore your look, I'm sure!" Mom continued, giggling. "Yeah...", I trailed off. I didn't bother to respond.
As I lean forward in my vanity mirror, my heart begins to hammer just a little and I falter. She's doing it again. That thing she does when she's curious about something. The way the whole atmosphere in my room shifts, the way my brain automatically gasps for air because of how thick the air felt. But I didn't let myself gasp. I didn't speak.. I didn't question either. Just let her gather her thoughts. Though, finally she does. "You.. are with Ayato during the school day right? Still?", she questions, her red and freshly painted nail on her bottom lip. I nod, my lips still pressed together and I make eye contact with her through the mirror. She smiles, and there is a glint in her eyes, maybe one of satisfaction.. I don't know. "Then.. I assume you know who he's getting close with..?" Mom responds. My lips part in slight confusion and I slowly nod. "Good." She closes her eyes. "Why?" I blink. I look down at the surface of my vanity. "Why... what..?", I repeat, my eyes narrowing. "Why is he doing it?", she asks. And it's like something has unlocked in my brain. Or maybe a realization. Why had he been doing this? Why had he been trying to befriend Taeko's suitors? Mom must've seen the look on my face, filled with slight dread and mostly confusion. And she smiles. I can see her smile through my mirror. Like she was trying to warn me, or bring my attention to something.
I thought I had all this planned out. Every date, every possible confession scenario. Every conversation with her suitors, every word I would've spoke and my possible responses. Even my every step. But.. everything in my brain, every mental note. It was all fucked. In seconds, it felt like every piece of information didn't matter at the moment, now all that mattered was Ayato and what HE planned..
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