The Girl Who Betrayed Me Reigns in the Top Caste at My High School

e impression I got.

　There was no doubt that he was hiding something.

　And a week ago, I asked him a question that he brushed off.
I was beginning to think that it was the right thing to do.

　I haven’t even been able to contact Emi.
She has not even come to school for a week since then.

　I tried sending her messages, but they were not even read.

No doubt that the tears at that time had something to do with Kitami.

　But why would Emi cry?

　If Kitami was really bullying Emi, she should expose his sins.

There must be people around her whom she could talk to about it without going that far.

　But that is not the case.
Emi has her own reasons for not blaming Kitami.

　”And I am sure that Kitami is not bullying Emi…”

　Frankly, I felt it was safe to assume it was confirmed.

For a week, I spent time with him, albeit one-sidedly.

While he was being unfriendly, he didn’t say anything directly to me that I didn’t like.

He ignored me, but he didn’t kick me out in a strange way.

　He was brusque, but that was it.
I didn’t feel uncomfortable with him.

　It’s subjective, but to me, Kitami didn’t seem like a bully.

“Then why…?”

　I could not understand what was going on between the two of them.

[Maika Pov]　

At the beginning of the week, something somewhat troublesome happened.

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　”Maika.
Uhm Kitami? Are you dating this boy?”

　One of my classmates came to visit me.

　Apparently, quite a few people misunderstood me when they saw me following Kitami around.

　（I should have been more careful.)

　It was no wonder I was misunderstood.
Because I had lunch with him every day and talked to him every time I saw him.

I explained to them that it was a misunderstanding, but I wonder how much they believed me.

　I was fine with it because I didn’t mind being told off and I didn’t particularly dislike it, but I don’t know if he would have.

　So that day, I felt a little guilty and couldn’t talk to him properly.

　But to tell him what was going on was… well, embarrassing.

Well, so far, it was only a little.

　But what happened after that went beyond the level of “a little.”

“Maika…I found a piece of paper like this in the next class…”

　The paper, which a good friend of mine brought me from a neighboring class, was beyond my comprehension.

[Are you going to bully Maika Fukumura next?]

　I rushed to the next class, the one with Kitami.

　But I was too late.

　He was already gone, probably having left school early.

But I didn’t stop and naturally went to his house.

　When I got home, I was sitting on my bed sorting out the situation.

[Are you going to bully Maika Fukumura next?]

What this message shows is limited to people who know about my past (true or false).

The first is that Fukumura is acting on her own.
This would be the least likely.
Time-wise, there would have been no time to put the paper in the box.

　The second is Sonoda.
This is the most likely scenario.

According to Fukumura’s story, she did not come to the school, but there is a possibility that she had a partner.

　The third is a complete third party.
Perhaps someone learned about my story from somewhere.
The possibility is not zero.

　（…..I don’t know what to do.)

　Anyway, there is one thing I can say.

I can’t ask for an answers

　I can’t go around asking people directly.

　（I don’t care.)

I had left school early in the heat of the moment, but the shock was minor.

　To put it bluntly, I was prepared for this level of harassment.
The day Sonoda transferred to my new school.

　Besides, there was no point in getting upset over a letter from an unknown sender.

If I ever find out who sent the letter, I can sue them.
Take him along with me.

　I was already halfway through the process.
If Sonoda had wanted to do it, I would always be the bad guy.

　So all I could do was pray.
I prayed that she would not do something stupid like that.

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　”Hey!? Kitami! You’re alive!?”

　What a thought, then a visitor.
From the sound of his voice, probably Fukumura.

No, of course I can’t be dead.
What’s wrong?

　I reply without opening the door.

“…..
thank God.
Why… why did you leave early?”

Well, I don’t care.
Let me at least leave early.

“….I just have one thing to say.”

“Eh? What?”

With the door closed, she put a single piece of paper in the mail slot.
No way…

“—I don’t give a damn.”

　”Seriously…”

　It was the exact same one that was in my desk.

　In other words, this letter was scattered…

“That is why I want you to come to school tomorrow.”

“—–Shut up.”

　”Eh…”

The tone of my voice was surprisingly cold, even to myself.

But I couldn’t stop.
It won’t stop.

　I realized then that I didn’t want her to know that I had started being harassed.

　Not because she was special.
It wasn’t because I was bonded to her, and it wasn’t because of those feelings.

　Because if she knew about it, she would be…

　”I-I’m on your side.”

　I knew.
I knew she would say that.

　I knew better than anyone.

　Because it was the same as someone else’s someday.

　And I knew that that someone would soon be in the depths of regret and despair.

That’s why I can’t accept that.

　”It’s annoying, so please don’t do that.”

　”Tsu! W-Why would you say that!”

　”It’s because you approached me in the first place that this happened.
You should have realized by now that you are interfering with people’s lives.”

“…That’s”

　I’m aware.
That those words are wrong.

　But more than that, she is also in the wrong.

　Like her, I don’t trust her.

　”Go home.
Bye.”

　With that, I walked away from the door.

　There was no voice.
Did she give up–

　I felt a bit of nostalgia for the dark emotions swirling in my chest.