Soen na Osananajimi to Isekai de wa Kekkon Shite Iru Yume wo Mita ga, Sorekara Osananajimi no Yousu

Idle Talk: Unconscious Monopoly Desire (Amane Side)

At night, while I was alone in my room, thinking, I received a line.

[Can I ask you something… I heard that Amachi let you sleep on his arm during lunch break… Is it true?] Kagura

[I had an eyewitness who said you were kabedon and flirting in the evening…] Kamui

“Fu ~ …………”

I’m not sure if two of my best friends are worried about me or just curious… It’s probably both, but the text asking for confirmation makes me sigh.

I unintentionally threw my phone onto the bed and then sank my face into the pillow… so that my voice wouldn’t leak out…

“AAAAAAAAAH ~ Why did I do that !? Even with my childhood friend Yumeji-kun !?”

I looked back on my day and thought about it calmly… I was so embarrassed about what I had done at school that I could feel the fire coming out of my face.

It’s really… too late for that!?

Even during the lunch break, I was really just going to keep an eye on Yumeji-kun as he slept next to me, make sure nothing happened to him, and wake him up before class started…

Suddenly… I feel weird or emotional or so I thought… I don’t know how to describe it, but I feel like “Now I can have an arm pillow next to him.”

I even made Yumeji-kun posing kabedon after school.

A scene like that, unless it was done by a couple in a complete relationship as a prank, would be nothing more than a confession…

When I remembered now that Yumeji-kun’s face was too close to mine, it turned bright red… I’m both embarrassed and apologetic…

And yet, for some reason, at that time, I was strangely light-hearted and suggested, “I’ve never had anyone do it for me, so I’ll ask you to do it.”

My mood was that of a couple playing a prank…

“U~AA~……… What am I doing? Just when I was starting to be close with Yumeji-kun again…”

I couldn’t help but lie down on the bed and flail my legs.

…That’s because Yumeji-kun was a very special boy to me.

But that was only because I felt guilty about my childhood friend who estranged from me because of my selfish behavior…

“Did you want to have that kind of relationship?” If someone asked me… I’d say I’m not sure…

But then why?

It’s obvious that “that dream” was the trigger… Me and Yumeji went to another world and had an adventure together… That dream where I become a bride.

When I first had that dream, I was very upset, and when I found out that the cause of the dream was that I was having a “shared dream” of a dream that Yumeji himself wanted to have, I was angry too. ……Nevertheless.

There wasn’t a shred of disgust…

Now that I think back on it calmly, I feel as if that dream was a “precious memory” … sweet, and feel nostalgic.

…… My head gets hot and I get confused.

”Something” burning and intense that I had never known before, and “something” soft and enveloping that I had known before, were all coming at me at once…

I felt like I was being burned from the inside and the outside at the same time…

“………… What am I supposed to do?”

The light in Yumeji-kun’s room, which I could see from the window, was still on, and he seemed to be still awake.

…… It all started after I had “that dream”.

Every time I remember it, my face gets hot and my head almost boils, but every time I think back on it, that dream becomes more vivid.

He said that it took many times more courage for him to say those words, when he had overcome and gone through all kinds of difficulties… The proposal was so full of emotion that he told me about it later.

[Okay… it’s only a week, because it can’t be helped, so I’ll be your wife.]

The words I spoke in my dream………….

But I know that these words are mixed with a lie.

It is me in a dream, but I can be sure that it is a lie.

“”There’s no way I would let it be over in a week.””

The words that I couldn’t help but utter seemed to overlap with the words of “myself in the dream”… I felt extremely embarrassed and hugged my pillow.

Really… really what is wrong with me?

I don’t understand myself.

Even though it’s a situation that only makes me feel uneasy… I can’t believe I’m so excited and throbbing just thinking about that dream, about him…

As I was troubling my mind in this way, I heard another light ringing from my smartphone.

The other party is, of course, my two friends who are currently unread…

They’ve been sending out a series of messages, even considering the fact that I’m hesitant to reply… This is.

“Ah ~ Mo~ How am I supposed to reply…”

How can I avoid being devoured by my friends who are turning into hyenas who want to know… I’ve got some serious headaches.

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The next morning, an incident was reported on the national news.

With a serious expression, the female announcer read out the message in an unhurried manner.

“The cause of death is believed to be that 16-year-old Amachi Yumeji, a second-year student at the high school, was stabbed in the back while defending a female student at the same high school who was attacked by assailants while leaving school yesterday evening. The suspected culprit was a student at the same high school…………”