Villian Days

Chapter 13

Good morning. Amano Yuu here.

The sunrise is dazzling. Before I know it, it’s already 4am in the morning. Yes, that’s right; I’m addicted to that game. I earned so many coins from that run.

Hiroto is already waiting at my porch by morning. I’m also a bit worried about my health, having barely slept throughout the night. But that game is so addicting!

I’m scared to give myself away so I laugh ambiguously.

Since the high school and middle school divisions are on neighboring premises, Hiroto and I are walking to school together. He says he’d bring me to school tomorrow as well, but I politely decline since he’d have Student Council morning duties to perform.

Hiroto’s worried so he keeps pressing on about walking me to my classroom.

“Hiroto, thanks for today.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you? If something happens, please text or call me.”

“Yup! I’m going!” Today I’ll finally start class!

Because I’m so sleepy I stagger into the classroom. Suddenly, the surrounding atmosphere shifts.

(This must be the so-called Villain’s Appearance aura! Ugh, I’m sleepy. I’m so sleepy I don’t even know where my seat is.)

Not wanting to waste time, I try to get a vermilion-haired boy to talk to me.

“Um, excuse me. Where’s my seat?”

After the initial surprise flashes through his eyes, he points to my desk. It’s the second to last seat from the back, next to the school yard side.

“Thank you very much.”

As I express my gratitude while taking a seat, several people glance toward my direction, sneakily gossiping to each other. Makes me feel a bit blue.

(I don’t feel too bad, though.) As I move my things into my desk, I silently stare out the adjacent window. A gust of wind picks up fallen leaves in a whimsical dance.

(Soon it’ll already be winter. The Amano family has no kotatsu¹. Maybe I should ask dad for one?)

With a kotatsu, I could snuggle warmly while playing games! Isn’t that great? I could also eat ice cream during a snowstorm. While I’m planning my future winter adventures, the green-haired boy from before comes up to me. With him are two other guys.

“Amano, did you lose your memory? How does it feel? Infuriating? Sad?” (T/N: okay, definitely some Japanese slang so I replaced it with something that made more sense.)

“Huh? Uh…”

The boy smiles. It’s truly obnoxious. What am I supposed to say? Uneasiness clouds my expression as I look them in the face.

“I’d feel sad about it. You were abandoned by Hiroto-sama and you have amnesia. If I were you, I wouldn’t be able to take it. Heh.”

(Hiroto-sama? How is Hiroto related to this mess? Anyway, this is clearly bullying. Awesomeee. At least these people are easy to understand.)

Seeing that I’m not responding to his provocation, the guy slams his hand on my desk.

“Hiroto-sama has already embraced me. I’m different from you. So can’t you just disappear? Mr. Hiroto-sama’s childhood friend who loves getting in the way. “(T/N: whaaat? I’m sorry this just made me lol)

“Hiroto and you?” My expression changes at his satisfied smirk.

“Hehe. When I’m near you it makes me sick. It’s useless, isn’t it? You’ll just make Hiroto-sama suffer.”