Living with the Arrogant Queen from High School is Surprisingly Not Uncomfortable

In the morning, just as Yamamoto surely arrived at school, a message from him came. I was surprised by the message and as I was responding, I found out that today, he was convinced by a guy from his department to attend a mixer.

Well, I knew this day would come someday.

Even though I live in Yamamoto’s room, I’m not his lover, nor does he harbor any romantic feelings for me.

He’s 19, after all.

Just another university student who wants to have fun.

One day, him going to a mixer to find a girlfriend isn’t a strange story at all.

Can’t be helped. These things happen. Let’s accept it.

I didn’t reply to Yamamoto, instead I went alone to the home center. I bought several wrapping papers in a bag.

As soon as I got home, I threw the bag with the wrapping paper haphazardly in the living room, and opened the closet.

“Idiot.”

With that, I started to wrap his precious cleaning tools in wrapping paper.

“Yamamoto’s an idiot.”

With a resentful tone, I began to wrap a mountain of cleaning tools.

“…Yamamoto, you fool.”

Can’t be helped. These things happen. Let’s accept it.

I tried to think that way somehow.

But I couldn’t.

Given my past, it was only natural.

To Yamamoto, who saved me from a hellish daily life.

To Yamamoto, who sheltered me in this room.

To Yamamoto, who brought justice upon that guy.

…To Yamamoto, who still lets me live in this room.

These feelings I have aren’t something I can give up in a day. Isn’t that obvious?

That’s why I wanted him to make friends.

His smile that came to mind whenever I closed my eyes. I hoped there would be at least one more person who could make him smile, other than me.

So, with the resolve to be disliked, I told him I’d held his cleaning tools hostage.

But I never thought that as a result, I’d be digging my own grave.

“Stupid.”

In the end, I left some wrapping paper unused, and stopped wrapping the cleaning tools.

From the start, I didn’t have any intention to sell them on an online shopping site. I just wanted to see his surprised face when he came home. In other words, it was just to annoy him. It’s a punishment for leaving me and going to a mixer alone, seducing women.

Of course, I don’t have the right to give him such a punishment.

I felt guilty. But the resentment I held towards him now outweighed that guilt.

He’d be puzzled by my resentment, since he’d done nothing wrong.

But it can’t be helped.

He saved me, a jealous person. That was his mistake.

During high school, I hated him so much I didn’t want to see his face.

But now, I can’t bear a moment without him.

All of it.

All of it.

It’s his fault for saving me that day.

“…Come home soon, Yamamoto.”

I’ll buy your favorite beef tongue.

I won’t sell the cleaning tools.

…So.

I want you to come home soon.

Contrary to my wishes, time keeps ticking away.

I made dinner for two just in case. But if I think about it, he’ll probably eat during the mixer, so it was unnecessary. Despite not replying to him, I inwardly complained that he could at least tell me he won’t need dinner.

Dinner alone wasn’t as delicious as usual.

I realized then that the best seasoning I had was right by my side.

Of course, I could never say such a thing in front of him.

I didn’t feel like looking at the tablet I’m still borrowing from him.

Before I knew it, I was checking the clock every five minutes, listening only to the sound of the TV, and burying my face in Yamamoto’s pillow.

I flapped my feet around. I thought that might make Yamamoto come home sooner. But it didn’t.

Time just kept passing.

Time kept passing more and more.

Before I knew it, it was past midnight. A time when even the last train is gone.

At that moment, I finally gave up.

Yamamoto, who missed the last train… Yamamoto, who was out so late…

What he’s doing right now, where he is.

I knew even if I didn’t want to.

If only I hadn’t told him to make friends.

That’s right. If he made friends, I wouldn’t be able to have him all to myself. For me, him making friends would only bring disadvantages.

“I’m such a fool,” I muttered, holding Yamamoto’s pillow.

The pillow smells like Yamamoto. But he’s not in this room.

I’m always like this. I regret only when it’s too late.

The same with my ex-lover.

And my father.

And now… with him.

“…Yamamoto.”

Once again, I pleaded to the man who won’t be here.

Please.

Please.

I won’t tell you to make friends anymore.

I won’t threaten to sell the cleaning tools anymore.

I won’t cause trouble anymore.

So, come back.

“I’m home.”

His voice echoed from the entrance.