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

When asked if they like lunchtime, most people would undoubtedly say they do.

Although it’s only about an hour, for us who must spend roughly eight hours a day at school, lunchtime is a very precious time.

First, we satisfy our hunger, then we can exercise, play, or of course, sleep.

I love this time when we are generally allowed to spend it freely. Well, I think it’s rare for someone to dislike it.

Such people are hard to find, and anyway, I am an ordinary high school boy who generally fits into the norm.

Of course, I don’t have any special background like being from a wealthy family, nor do I have top-class grades in my year.

Both my home and my grades are average. Nothing more, nothing less.

So, if I had to forcefully find something special,

“A lone wolf who doesn’t need friends…”

“Wow… I like you, but that kind of muttering to yourself and smiling cynically doesn’t suit you, Uraku.”

“Wow!? You startled me! Why are you here!?”

Naturally, it was Kamidama who made my whole body jump in surprise.

Her flaxen hair was swaying in the wind blowing through the window, enhancing her beautiful girl aura.

Our Tokyo Metropolitan Tatarano High School is a five-story building, including the rooftop, a large, historic school both vertically and horizontally.

It was once a mega-school, but now, likely due to the declining birthrate, it doesn’t resemble its past self.

Nevertheless, the remnants of those times remain, with several vacant classrooms, often left unlocked.

In other words, for students who have no place in their classrooms, these vacant rooms are perfect as temporary hideouts.

Among them, I had occupied a classroom in the corner of the fourth floor, two floors above our second-year classrooms, since my first year.

It was probably once the room for the literature club or something. Despite its cramped design, it has a peculiar coziness that I like.

Basically, the fourth floor is only used for club activities, and currently, I am the only one using this classroom, which gives me a slight sense of exclusivity.

Well, that sense of exclusivity was just lost now…

“As soon as lunchtime started, you disappeared, so I searched for you. Well, I knew you’d be here, though.”

“…Quite a deduction, you could be a detective.”

“Suddenly talking like a suspect! Then, as a detective, should I arrest you?”

No, arresting is the police’s job, I thought as Kamidama held my hands tightly, as if using handcuffs.

Then, rather than floating a smile, she unintentionally let one slip.

“Ehehe… Uraku’s hands. They’re nostalgic and make me happy. No matter how much you change, I can still tell it’s you.”

“Hey, don’t trip out while holding someone’s hand! And don’t try to intertwine your fingers with mine, let go!”

“No way, I’ll never let go of your hand again. Let’s be together forever, Uraku.”

“Stop saying that with such seriousness… It’s really frightening…”

It was genuinely scary, as if she was seriously talking about forever. Apparently, the past-life setting was still ongoing—and Kamidama was serious enough to find my best lunchtime spot.

Hey, could she be one of those “role-play to the extreme” types that every grade seems to have?

That in itself is fine, but it’s a different story if I have to play along.

It would be better if she did this kind of thing with her close friends…

“Don’t worry, it will soon stop being scary.”

“The way you assert that is already scary for me…”

“But, Uraku, you like me, right?”

“…Kamidama, you surprisingly lack humility.”

She didn’t look like the perfect beauty rumored. Well, in terms of appearance, she’s a thousand out of a hundred.

But people aren’t just about looks. Whether one is more important than the other is a pointless debate because personality matters too.

I’m not saying Kamidama has a bad personality, but she doesn’t seem to be as perfect as the rumors say.

She firmly held a boy’s hands she met for the first time and wouldn’t let go. Despite trying to resist during the conversation, I couldn’t shake her off, reinforcing that perception.

“No, I have humility. I just use it depending on the time, place, and person.”

“Hey, person. Show some humility with me too, it’s necessary.”

“It’s not necessary—I want you to see my true self. Otherwise, you’ll never get closer, Uraku.”

Kamidama spoke as if she could see right through me. No, perhaps she really could see through me.

Her beautiful hazel eyes, her incredibly straightforward voice, seemed to be knocking on my heart with all their might.

I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. I used that to calm my slightly agitated heart.

“Why me… asking that question is pointless, isn’t it? Sorry, but I’m not the type who can hear something about past lives and say, ‘Okay, I completely understand now.’ Confusion and astonishment take over.”

“Yes, I know. But even so, I like you, Uraku. I have to show that kind of affection, don’t I?”

So, this is just her showing affection. Kamidama said. She spoke slightly embarrassed, but clearly and genuinely expressed her love.

“Hey, Uraku. I like you. I’ll say it over and over again.”

“…I see. Then I guess I should be clear too. Sorry, but I don’t feel the same.”

“Haha, I know—”

Without showing the slightest hint of disappointment, Kamidama gently moved closer. Her flaxen hair softly brushed against my skin, and I heard a lip-smacking sound near my ear.

“But, love is something that happens. Be prepared, Uraku.”

Saying that, Kamidama didn’t leave but instead sat right next to me.

“Isn’t this where you should leave meaningfully!?”

“? Uraku, don’t you know? The more time you spend together, the more naturally you open your heart.”

“Even though your head is in the clouds, you’re trying to win me over logically… stop that.”

────The fourth floor of Tokyo Metropolitan Tatarano High School. The small classroom on the east side was once used by a mysterious club.

There were so many students and teachers that it was hard to remember all their faces back in those days.

Even in that era, the club quietly and sparsely carried out its activities.

‘What? A first-year? You don’t look lost. What is it, wandering around because you don’t want to go home?’

Yet, that place was the most special place for the former Kamidama Kagari.

It was the classroom where she first met her destiny, a room filled with memories.

‘In that case, you’re in luck—this is the “Don’t Go Home Club.” It’s a place for students who don’t want to go home to chat until the last minute. Don’t tell the other students, okay?’

So she understood.

When he disappeared, she knew immediately where he was without even thinking.

With her heart beating slightly faster, she ran up the stairs.

Passing through the hallway that hadn’t changed much since those days, she placed her hand on the door of the classroom at the far end.

Opening the door quietly, there he was, as expected.

He was mumbling something so typical of him that she couldn’t help but call out.

“Wow… I like you, but muttering to yourself and smiling cynically doesn’t suit you, Uraku.”