My Seatmate is Apparently My Wife from My Past Life; She Still Loves Me in This Life as Well

“Oh, oh… You’re a crazy woman. Are you okay? Should I recommend a good mental hospital?”

Nagiura Uraku, who came to sit next to me after the first class change in my second year of high school, said that with a rather serious face.

With that reaction, I was convinced, “Ah, this person is indeed my husband.” Even though he was difficult for me to deal with in our past life, I couldn’t help but hug him on the spot—but.

“Huh? Croquettes? Come on, there’s no high school boy who hates those.”

“Still the same… You’re annoying. I was good at it until elementary school—hey, stop looking at me like I’m lying!”

“Aquarium…? What? When did we promise that? Scary, scary! Don’t catch those previous life signals!”

It seems he didn’t have any memories of our past life. There were no signs of those memories returning either.

But it’s okay. There’s no problem.

He is the same person I loved, both in this life and the previous one.

If he can’t remember, I just need to make him fall in love with me again. That’s all there is to it.

Nagiura Uraku of Class 1-2 or 2-3.

I didn’t know that male student who came to sit next to me.

Even though I pride myself on having many friends and acquaintances, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that I remember most of the students’ names and faces, it was somewhat surprising to me.

I wondered what kind of person he was. Since we were sitting next to each other, I hoped we could get along well.

I want everyone to get along and have fun at school.

For me, who has memories of my past life, that was a guiding principle in life.

In my previous life, I was physically weak, and whenever I exercised, I would inevitably fall ill.

So, being able to walk freely outside and move my body now is more enjoyable and precious than anything.

To color those days, the presence of friends is necessary. Even without that, having many acquaintances offers more possibilities.

So, I wanted to be good neighbors with Nagiura Uraku, that boy, and get along with him. I turned my eyes to him—and as I caught sight of him, my body stiffened.

I know him. I know him better than anyone else.

Not with my head but with my soul, I understood that fact without a millimeter of doubt.

He is—Nagiura Uraku is my husband.

It’s not that I caught some strange signal or started talking about delusions.

His well-formed face hidden behind that vague expression!

The atmosphere of someone who might be silently grumbling in his mind!

The way he seemed to prefer being alone!

The bad look in his eyes that seemed to see the world with a slant!

And more than anything, my heart shouted that he was the person I loved in the past—and still love now.

My heartbeat raced, my cheeks flushed, and my heart danced endlessly.

I wanted to see him. I had wanted to see him for so long, but I had given up.

I knew better than anyone that this world doesn’t move conveniently.

The fact that I could carry over my memories from the past life was a miracle in itself, and I suppressed my emotions by thinking that.

My feelings swelled to the point of bursting.

I wanted to talk to him quickly, to touch him, to confirm each other’s existence.

I put a lid on those thoughts with reason.

Not yet, it’s not time to hurry yet.

Calm down, calm down, Kamidama Kagari!

I just glanced at him, but there’s a 99% chance I’m not mistaken! But there’s still a 1% chance left!

I need to observe. I need the certainty to take a step forward… I need a get-out-of-jail-free card.

So, as he finally came to sit next to me, I stood up and gently touched him.

I brought my face close enough that our breaths could mingle and looked into his eyes, feeling affection.

From the touch of my fingers, I felt a familiar warmth.

Ah, it’s him. It’s him.

At the same time I thought that, the words spilled out.

“I found… what?”

Uraku looked bewildered, and I smiled with my emotions.

Then, unable to contain my emotions, I grabbed his hand and turned a fragment of my overflowing feelings into words.

“Oh, oh… You’re a crazy woman. Are you okay? Should I recommend a good mental hospital?”

Well, his response was typical of him, even though he knew nothing, so I ended up hugging him tightly.