She Became Distressed After I Stopped Being Restrained and Started Interacting with Others - Chapter 33

I gently grasped Yuna’s sleeve and leaned in closer.

Even just a little, I wanted to feel Yuna’s warmth.

The heat transmitted through my fingertips seemed to ease my anxiety somewhat.

But that alone wasn’t enough.

I wanted to be closer, even closer.

I wanted to feel Yuna more.

So naturally, I pressed my body against hers.

Resting my head lightly against Yuna’s shoulder—

As if responding to my feelings, Yuna let out a small gasp.

That reaction helped calm the restlessness inside me just a little.

Yet, the anxiety wouldn’t disappear.

Even though I’m right beside Yuna.

Even though we’re touching like this, my heart still won’t settle.

It feels like I’m being rushed by something.

An unpleasant sensation, as if my feelings are being scorched, sizzling and burning with impatience.

—That girl who left the classroom earlier.

I couldn’t help but glance in her direction.

Then, she also looked this way for just a moment.

Just a brief moment.

But that moment was enough.

It felt like she was conscious of me, that kind of gaze.

…No, that’s wrong.

I was the one who was conscious of her.

I know nothing about that girl.

Not her name, not what kind of person she is, not what her relationship with Yuna is.

I’ve only seen her once before.

At the cafe, she was with Yuna.

That’s all.

Really, that should be all there is to it.

(…She’s in the way)

The moment I unintentionally thought that, I surprised myself.

I’ve never even interacted with her.

We’ve never exchanged words.

Yet, just because she’s near Yuna—

Just because of that, I feel this strongly unpleasant.

(…I’m this possessive, aren’t I?)

Even though I told Yuna “You’re pretty possessive” the other day.

Acting like I’m any different.

Right now, I dislike so much that Yuna interacts with anyone else.

I should be the only one who knows everything about Yuna.

Until now, I never even considered Yuna interacting with anyone else.

She only looked at me.

She only had eyes for me.

That’s why I never had to feel this way before.

I tightened my grip on her sleeve.

But why, then?

Why do I feel this anxious, this uncomfortable, this restless?

Over someone I only saw with her once at a cafe.

Over a girl I know nothing about, not even her name.

Just because of that, my heart is thrown into such disarray.

“Hey, Yuna”

That’s why, right now, like this.

By touching her, by feeling her, I try to quiet the turmoil inside me.

“…I love you”

Because she’s mine.

Because she’s my Yuna, and only mine.

So, I have to stay by her side even more strongly.

Filled with such thoughts, I leaned against her shoulder once more.