(Un) Fortunately the Yandere is Not After Me

Healthy Mind, Healthy Body

Yet another day in class. At this point, he had gotten used to his new life. As of late, he hadn't been asked to do anything ridiculous, so he wasn't stressing out as he usually was. Still though, he'd much rather prefer not being in this situation in the first place.

Things were looking up for him though. Not only had he made major headway for Erina, he even started chatting up with people online. There was one in particular that he had talked with for some time now. He met them when he was looking up information about a possible anime adaptation of his current favorite manga.

"You look pretty happy." Yogi commented, seeing him on his phone during break. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh I'm just messaging someone. You wouldn't know them, I met them online." He told him, making sure to leave out the content of what they were discussing.

"That's. Uh, great." Yogi replied, straining his words.

"Uh, are you okay?"

"Oh no, it's no problem. I've just had some pain in my stomach. That's all."

"Are you sure you should be here at school right now." Arata wasn't paying attention to his seatmate during class. Looking at him now, it looked like he was about to die.

"Oh, well it's not that type of pain. I'm not sick or anything." Yogi replied, trying to downplay his condition. "It's just something that comes and goes. I'll be fine."

"Okay then, just don't push yourself." He let it go. There was no convincing Yogi if there really was a problem. He wasn't going to pursue it farther, not that'd he be able to when someone else jumped into their conversation.

"Say cheese!" A flash of light blinded him. It was Yurime, taking a picture of him. "Nice, thanks." She said, inconsiderate to his lost vision.

"Ow, what was that for?" He rubbed his eyes in irritation.

"Well I need to get a picture, so I can write that article about the dance of course." She checked the image she caught, making sure it was good for print. "Also, I'm a little late, but congrats on winning the whole thing."

"I wasn't planning on it, I guess I was a little better than I thought." He laughed. He wasn't elated about the outcome, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it a little himself.

"I have to wonder though, I wonder if the students actually wanted to vote Aono instead." She pondered. "After all, the two of you do like pretty much alike."

"I guess I can the resemblance, but I think he won fair and share." Yogi answered.

"What? Look alike?" Arata, on the other hand, "We don't look anything alike. For starters, his hair is brown. I have black hair. Another thing, I'm pretty short compared to him." He listed out ways that made them different. This wasn't the first time he had been told the two looked similar. "... And finally."

"Okay, okay I get it." She stopped him. "also, by the way. Did you guys hear about the health exams?" She asked. She was referring to the yearly checkup by the school to maintain up-to-date medical information for their students. "They are today after all."

"Yep, I already did it this morning." Yogi answered.

"Really, they didn't mention anything about your stomach?" Arata asked.

"I wasn't feeling anything at the time. And uh, Kurosawa it's not what you might be thinking." He told her.

"Yeah, I guess it's not." Arata backed him up. He understood that it might be embarrassing to talk about, but he was only concerned about his health. "As for myself, I'll be doing it after school. So I'll get it taken care of."