This time, it’s me, with truly average artistic skills, running a pencil across the desk in the library, while Sakasegawa-san looks at me with resentful eyes.
What was provided was drawing paper. If I press too hard, it will be difficult to erase, so I’m consciously drawing lightly.
Average artistic skill means that drawing humans turns out disastrously.
Therefore, I mass-produced drawings that don’t show much difference no matter who draws them.
「…I feel like I could do this too, though.」
She wiggles her antennae in dissatisfaction.
It reflected the owner’s feelings so well that I thought she might be moving them consciously.
What I’m lightly drawing on the paper are polka dots and stars, simple things like that.
Indeed, it seems like it would be okay to leave it to Sakasegawa-san.
After moving my hand for about ten minutes and feeling it heat up, I put down the pencil to rest and handed her a new one.
「Waa, thank you very much.」
「…Wait, wait, wait.」
「What is it?」
No, “what is it” isn’t right.
Grabbing Sakasegawa-san’s arm as she tilts her head with a girlishly gentle voice, I point to the paper with one finger raised.
「Why did you start drawing a severed head?」
「After all, human illustrations catch the eye, don’t they?」
「I get it. But why a severed head?」
「I’m not good at drawing bodies…」
It was a phrase that would make every hobbyist artist nod in agreement.
However, when you combine a severed head with her artistic skill, it becomes something like a “picture that kills you if you look at it three times” known to the general public.
Since we were supposed to welcome people to the library, but it would end up sending them to the underworld, I had to regretfully send Sakasegawa-san a rejection email.
In the end, no students came to borrow books that day, but thanks to that, we made a lot of progress, completing a total of ten pop-ups.
After all, since they are for the library, I wanted to differentiate them from others.
So I added a bit of recommended book introductions, and with that, sensei’s order was complete.
By the way, my recommendation is Franz Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis”.
I think it can help you understand my current feelings indirectly.
As I looked at the clock, which was indicating it would ring in five minutes, I spoke to Sakasegawa-san, who still looked at the pencil with regretful eyes.
「Shall we head back?」
「…Yes, I guess so. I can’t stay depressed forever. I made a few pop-ups with my own handwriting too.」
「Ahh, those cursed──」
「What?」
「Nothing.」
It’s a very serious situation, but actually, there were a few pop-ups handmade by her mixed in.
If we decorate the front of the library with these, it seems like there will be some casualties.
To make matters worse, they are placed right next to the entrance, on a chair for some reason, so almost everyone entering the room will see the pop-ups.
──Light Novels──
──Read Here──
In other words, it’s unavoidable that there will be victims, and all I can do is pray that they have a peaceful end…
I wasn’t heartless enough to keep ignoring her pleading eyes──even though they were compound eyes.
After a while, I leave the library with the mud dauber following behind.
There are eight first-year classes in total, I’m in class 7, and Sakasegawa-san is in class 8.
The certain zombie is in class 1. It takes quite a bit of effort to come to class 7 specifically, but Yuna doesn’t seem to mind at all.
She may not need to worry about the effort, but I’d like her to be considerate of my mental strain. Even now, I’m surprised when she suddenly appears. Probably, my lifespan has shortened by about a week because of her.
In elementary and middle school, I remember the hallways being full of students during lunch break, but in high school, there aren’t many.
Everyone does what they like in their own classroom.
Once, when I passed by another class, they were playing mahjong, and I witnessed the difference in freedom between compulsory education and high school.
Therefore, even when walking side by side with Sakasegawa-san, there aren’t that many curious eyes.
When I say “that many”, there are some.
But it’s far better than the murderous gazes directed at me from afar.
「……」
「……」
The source of the latter is my own class 7.
A zombie that looks like it’s on the verge of rotting is sitting in my seat, glaring at me intensely.
Resting her cheek on her hand, looking displeased, and shaking her leg.
Perhaps my shortened lifespan isn’t just a week, but several decades. In other words, I’m going to die after this.
「It seems like you’re being stared at quite intensely.」
「Yeah, I am.」
「Did you do something to upset her?」
「I guess… I did.」
There are so many possibilities that I don’t know which one is the cause.
Abandoned by Sakasegawa-san, who quickly hides herself, I involuntarily swallow my saliva.
The space around Yuna seemed distorted.
A shimmering like a heat haze behind her.
Is it a special ability unique to zombies?
However, I enter the room, conveying with my expression that I don’t care about anything at all.
The pressure of her gaze increases as I approach, but I ignore it.
As if I had just now recognized her existence, I raised one eyebrow and muttered, “That’s my seat, though”.
「I know.」
「Then could you move a little…」
「Who is that girl?」
「Eh.」
「Who is that girl?」
She’s making statements like a possessive girlfriend, even though we’re not dating.
Yandere yes please