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I’m the Only One Who Knows the Secret of the Perfect Neat and Tidy Committee Chairperson Who Lives Under One Roof Chapter 3

First Day of Special Training - "She's Too Scared!"

KO-FIDISCORD

Scene 3: First Day of Special Training – “She’s Too Scared!”

The next morning arrived.

Having struggled to fall asleep due to yesterday’s events, I continued to ignore the alarm clock and indulged in slumber.

This is bad, really bad. If things continue this way, I’m definitely going to oversleep.

While my half-awake mind continued to sound this alarm, my instincts were firmly in sleep mode. After all, humans are animals at their core, and it’s impossible to overcome instinct. Sigh.

And so, my consciousness, hanging by a thread, was about to fall back into a second sleep… But it didn’t happen.

“Takkun, wake up~”

I heard a voice. Not just any voice, but a refreshing one that compelled me to wake up… like a mint’s freshness.

I immediately recognized it as Chika’s voice. But something was odd. Why would Chika be here while I’m sleeping at home—

“Takkun? If you don’t wake up, I’m going to pinch your cheek.”

“Whoa!?”

That’s when I fully woke up and looked around. There was Chika, standing by my bedside.

She was already dressed in her uniform, her hair neatly done. She looked just like she always does at school, except she was here, in my house.

“Wha, wha, why is Kurokawa here!?”

“Didn’t I say to call me Chika? Are you still half-asleep?”

Her words quickly brought back the events of yesterday to my mind. Right, she was supposed to stay at my place. But…

“You didn’t have to wake me up, though.”

“If I hadn’t, you’d definitely be late. Come on, get dressed quickly.”

Saying that, she placed my uniform, which had been hanging nearby, down and was about to leave the room… but then she stopped and added:

“I’ve already had breakfast, so I’ll be waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

“For you, obviously.”

It took me a few seconds to chew over her words, then I exclaimed, “Wait.”

“You’re planning to go to school together?”

“Yeah? That’s the plan, but…”

“It’s not just ‘that’s the plan.’ Do you have any idea what people will say if we do that!?”

Chika tilted her head in response to my protest.

“It’s fine. If asked, we’ll just tell the truth.”

“It’s not fine for me. I don’t want any strange rumors about you going around.”

“Strange rumors?”

“Well, you know…”

If a high school boy and girl, even with parents around, live under the same roof… people will start to speculate, a lot.

I wanted to say that, but it felt embarrassingly awkward, and I hesitated.

After looking at me curiously, Chika nodded slightly and said, “Well, okay.”

“I’m not sure what you’re worried about, but if you insist that much, I’ll go ahead first. Just make sure you don’t oversleep.”

“Understood. I’ll take it to heart.”

“Good.”

Satisfied with her own conclusion, she left the room, padding down the stairs. After watching her go, I shook off the strange fatigue and started getting ready.

Thanks to Chika, I ended up getting to school a bit earlier than usual, despite nearly oversleeping.

But sleep deprivation is still sleep deprivation. I spent the morning classes in a daze and only began to regain my usual energy around lunchtime. I really need to fix my lifestyle habits.

Anyway, a voice called out to me from the seat diagonally behind mine.

“Hey Takkun, you were unusually early this morning. What’s up with that?”

It was one of my few friends, Kasumino.

“My alarm changed. It’s incredibly powerful now.”

“Hmm, never underestimate the power of an alarm clock, huh?”

She said lightly, then murmured, “Well, whatever,” and moved closer to me.

“Speaking of which, we’re planning to hang out somewhere this Sunday… Wanna come, Takkun?”

“Planning for the weekend already?”

“It’s a student’s duty to have fun, right?”

I smiled wryly and shook my head in a gesture of refusal.

“I’ll pass. Amusement parks aren’t really my thing.”

Kasumino is quite outgoing and easily makes friends with anyone, while I’m not that good with social interactions… I’d rather not be thrown into such a group.

Seeing my reaction, Kasumino thought for a moment and then nodded.

“Well, Takkun isn’t really the type to enjoy group activities.”

She seemed to understand my nature from our long acquaintance.

Then, as if moving on to the main topic, she continued:

“So, how about going to karaoke after school today?”

“Seriously, you have so much energy.”

“Ha-ha, I’m devoting all my energy to the anthem of youth, you know. Oh, by the way, I haven’t invited anyone else as of now, so if we go, it’ll just be the two of us.”

I sensed an odd emphasis on the “just the two of us” part, but maybe it was my imagination.

Anyway, accepting her invitation, I recalled my plans for today.

Nothing particular to do. If I go home, it’ll be the usual – immersing myself in online games or watching paranormal videos. Perhaps accompanying her and soaking up some ‘sunshine energy’ might be good for my health… just as I was pondering this, it happened.

“Sorry, Kasumino-san, but he has plans with me today.”

Interrupting with a voice as refreshing as a ringing bell was, to my surprise, Chika.

Caught off guard, Kasumino turned towards Chika with a startled expression and asked in a hushed voice.

“Plans with you, Kurokawa-san, and him?”

“Don’t say ‘him’ like that.”

“Yes, that.”

“And don’t call me ‘that’ either.”

While retorting, I looked at Chika, bewildered by this confusing situation.

Her usual ‘Princess’ mode at school, so composed and different from the person I saw last night.

Staring intently at this version of Chika, I finally focused on what she had just said.

Plans? She said she had plans with me.

Sensing my confusion, she continued in a calm tone.

“As a member of the student discipline committee, I’ve been seeking his opinion on various matters… You see, he’s quite a free spirit, isn’t he? That’s why his perspective is valuable to me.”

“True, Tan-kun is always on the brink of being late every morning, doesn’t join any clubs, just a stubborn loner… Wow, even you can be useful to someone, huh? And to Kurokawa-san, no less.”

Kasumino looked at me with genuine surprise, and I returned her gaze half-lidded.

“I see what you think of me on a regular basis.”

“Don’t worry, I have the capacity to accept that side of you too.”

“Despite having such a flat chest?”

“I’ll kill you.”

Kasumino threatened with a smile, still emitting a murderous aura. Shifting my gaze away from her, I turned back to Chika and whispered, feeling the eyes of those around us on us.

“What’s going on, exactly?”

Responding to me, Chika, still with her public smile, stealthily placed a piece of paper in my hand. Like a spy.

Without saying anything further and leaving me with just that, she announced,

“Well, that’s how it is. So please, after school, okay?”

She then left the classroom, seemingly having other matters to attend to.

Watching her leave, Kasumino shrugged her shoulders.

“Guess karaoke will have to wait for another time.”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

She said lightly, then added, “But I’m surprised… kinda secretive, aren’t you? You said you ‘hardly ever talk.'”

“Strictly speaking, I just respond to Kurokawa’s inquiries. Nothing more than formal conversations.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“That’s how it is.”

I tried to wrap up the topic quickly.

“Really? Is it just that?”

Narumiya, who seemed to have returned from buying bread at the commissary, suddenly joined in.

“Did you manage to get the good bread today?”

“Only ended up with plain bread… Damn those fourth-period study halls hogging the good stuff.”

Our discussion of the commissary’s popular ‘Suteki Pan’ (Wonderful Bread) – which changes contents daily and is always in high demand – was irrelevant to the current conversation.

“So, what about the bread refugee?”

“He’s here for an explanation about what just happened.”

“What happened is…”

“How you were conversing with ‘Her Highness.'”

Narumiya pointed his bread at me, a gesture I found rude.

“It’s nothing special… Just some discipline committee stuff, she wanted my opinion.”

Though I had no clear memory of such a conversation. Narumiya looked to Kasumino for confirmation, and she nodded, seeming to believe my explanation.

“I thought it would be something like that.”

“Even though you were quite worked up over it…”

I wondered how they would react if I revealed, “Actually, we’ve been living together since yesterday.”

I had no intention of divulging the details, but as I pondered this thought… Narumiya and Kasumino, seemingly bored with the topic, had already started a heated discussion about the lackluster selection at the school store.

While sandwiched between them, I secretly looked at the note Chika had given me earlier…

“Special training after school!”

That was all it said.

Pondering its meaning for a moment, I soon realized what it referred to. It must be about the conversation from yesterday… in other words, helping her overcome her fearfulness.

Was she serious about this…? As I thought this, I simultaneously pondered over a solution. I had no idea how to cure someone of being overly fearful.

After some thought, I decided to rely on others immediately.

“Hey, can I talk to both of you for a sec?”

I interjected as Narumiya and Kasumino’s conversation came to a pause.

“I have something to ask… or rather, I need some advice.”

“Advice? That’s unusual for you.”

“Sure, go ahead. What’s troubling you, young man?”

Encouraged by their readiness to listen, I continued.

“I know someone who’s extremely scared of things. I need to help them get over their fearfulness, but do you guys have any good ideas?”

Of course, I was referring to Chika. Without showing any sign of realization, Narumiya asked back.

“Is it someone we don’t know?”

“Yeah. A middle school acquaintance who goes to a different high school now.”

I was surprised at how easily I could lie.

“Is this person a guy or a girl?”

“Does that matter?”

I asked, half-squinting, to which Kasumino nodded affirmatively. After a moment of thought, I decided to be vague here as well.

“It’s a guy. Looks tough, like a judo club member, but is actually faint-hearted. He seems troubled, so I want to help him out… but I can’t think of a good plan.”

The first part was a facade, but the latter was true. Neither of them seemed suspicious… Instead, Kasumino shrugged with a wry smile.

“You really are like that, Takkun.”

“Like what?”

“You have a strong sense of responsibility in strange places. You seem indifferent to others usually, but you’re surprisingly helpful in odd situations… That sort of thing.”

“I’m not really aware of that…”

Kasumino laughed heartily at my grumbling.

“Well, I think that’s one of your good points, Takkun.”

“Right. For such a cause, I, as your best friend, shall also lend a hand.”

Following Kasumino, Narumiya also chimed in, and they both started brainstorming ideas.

“If he’s that tough, we don’t need to hold back. How about this idea then—”

“Really? Wouldn’t that be too much for training? Maybe instead—”

As they both threw out ideas, I nodded, thinking, “That makes sense.”

Indeed, friends are reliable in times like these.

■■■

…And so, the afternoon classes ended without incident. As I stood aimlessly in the hallway, Chika came out of her classroom and gave me a look.

Without a word. We instinctively headed to a less crowded place… ending up at the top of the stairs, in front of the door leading to the rooftop.

The rooftop door, usually locked, meant few students ventured here. After scanning the area and seeing no one around, I turned to Chika.

“So, what’s this all about?”

“Eh? Like I said yesterday. I want you to help me with my special training right away.”

She stated it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Scratching my head, I said,

“That’s fine, but… Maybe it’s better if we don’t talk too much at school.”

“Why not?”

As I said this, Chika tilted her head in confusion. Mulling over whether to explain further, I replied,

“We’ve never really talked before. Suddenly chatting like that might seem unnatural.”

“Takkun worries too much. I, for one, am happy we can talk like this again.”

Her carefree smile left me momentarily lost for words. Honestly, I was just happy she felt that way about talking to me.

After a brief silence, hiding my agitation, I said,

“Even so. It’s better if we only talk when others aren’t around.”

Chika chuckled softly at my words, shrugged, and said, “I’ll be careful.” As if concluding that discussion, she brightened up and continued.

“But more importantly. Have you thought about what we’re going to do for my special training?”

To her, that was just a trivial matter. Smiling wryly, I nodded lightly.

“I’ve thought of something. But… I’m not sure how effective it will be.”

“It’s fine. Anything Takkun does for me is enough. I won’t complain.”

She said this with a smile more affectionate than when she was in the classroom, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“So, what are we doing today?”

Before answering, I asked her back,

“Before that, I want to ask you something. Chika… what are you most afraid of?”

“Is this a riddle?”

“No, I mean…”

Seemingly uncertain about the intent of my question, she pondered for a while with a curious expression, hand at her mouth, and eventually answered.

“…I guess it would be ‘things I don’t understand.’ Like ghosts, aliens, unidentified creatures… that sort of thing.”

“I see, ‘things you don’t understand.’ Then… this approach might be just right.”

Nodding in agreement, I turned on my heel and began descending the stairs. Chika quickly followed, asking:

“Where are you going?”

“To the library. That’s where I plan to explain today’s training.”

The library of this school is practically akin to a standalone library in its opulence, set up as an annex building adjacent to the main school building.

Its lavishness is one of the school’s selling points, prominently featured in school brochures and such. Not only is the number of books impressive, but the facilities are also far more extensive than usual libraries – including individual conference rooms for student discussions and meetings.

In one of these conference rooms, Chika and I sat facing each other, with several books laid out on the conference table between us. Chika eyed them with interest.

“Today’s training involves these.”

“These… you mean, ghost story books? What are we going to do with them?”

“I’ll read them, and you listen.”

“…That’s it?”

She muttered, somewhat underwhelmed, but I nodded affirmatively.

“From what I observed yesterday, your fearfulness hasn’t improved since childhood… In fact, in terms of screaming, it’s gotten worse.”

“I don’t think it’s that bad…”

“No, your screams could practically bring about fatalities.”

“Like a mandrake or something…”

Ignoring her slightly slumped shoulders, I continued.

“If you let out such a dangerous scream again by mistake, it’ll be serious trouble… So, I think starting with this relatively mild form of training is just right.”

“Like splashing water before jumping in the pool. It does seem logical.”

Chika nodded thoughtfully, and I nodded back, picking up a book titled ‘Scary Stories from Internet Forums!’ – a collection of web-originated tales.

Glancing briefly at the table of contents, I selected one of the stories and began to read.

“Alright, let’s get started.”

“Just a moment. Before we begin, can I ask something?”

“What’s that?”

She asked, looking very serious.

“If I feel it’s too much, can I say ‘give up’?”

“There’s no giving up. Here we go. Let’s see, it’s a famous urban legend called ‘The Writhing Lord.'”

I declared, lowering my voice as if I were a storyteller from some ghost story show.

“This is about when I was in elementary school, during summer vacation visiting my grandpa’s place in the countryside.”

“Tan-kun’s grandpa lived in the next town, right?”

“Not me, the person in the story… Anyway, when I went to the countryside.”

My grandpa’s place was in the deep countryside. Just fields as far as the eye could see, not even a convenience store in the village. As a kid, of course, I found it boring. I spent most of my time indoors playing handheld games – but, to my regret, I forgot the charger.

Man, that was a disaster. Obviously, my grandpa’s house didn’t have one, so I had nothing to do.

Going to where the relatives gathered felt somewhat embarrassing… you know how it is, right? So I decided to sneak out for a walk.

“Ha-ha, still not too scary.”

Chika was shivering slightly as I watched her with half-closed eyes.

“Where’s the scary part in all that so far?”

So, as I was walking alone, I noticed a shrine-like place a little distance away. There was a small shrine at the back.

It was very simply made, not big at all – just a little shrine. But in such a remote countryside, even that seemed like a stimulus. I went through the torii gate and entered.

Of course, it looked the same as from the outside – just an old, dilapidated shrine.

And then I… maybe out of sheer boredom, got ridiculously curious about what was inside the shrine. Once I started wondering, I couldn’t stop.

“Could it be…”

“Yeah, I opened it.”

I nodded solemnly at Chika’s serious face and resumed the story as the narrator.

When I opened the shrine door, there was ultimately nothing inside. Well, not exactly nothing. There was one thing… a glove, like a child’s. It was a small, woolen glove, tattered and covered in dirt and dust, just one of them.

As a child, I found it somewhat creepy. So, I quickly went back home that day.

I got caught wandering outside alone and got a big scolding from my parents. I was reprimanded quite a bit that day… but you know how kids never learn. The next day, bored again, I ended up sneaking out.

“Why would you do that…!” exclaimed Chika.

“That’s just how it is,” I replied.

I found myself heading back to that shrine. Even though I found it creepy the day before, I couldn’t help but be curious.

When I got to the torii gate, “GYAAAHHHHH!!??”

“Wow, that scared me!”

The one who interrupted my ghost story was Chika, with a scream that was surprisingly shocking.

Looking at her, Chika’s face had already turned pale, her eyes brimming with tears, her mouth opening and closing in shock.

“I can’t. No, that’s definitely too scary.”

She muttered in a childlike manner, shaking her head from side to side.

“Hey, I think I did quite well this time. Isn’t this enough?”

“Not even close to the main part yet. Here, let’s continue.”

“Eeh… But if we make such a fuss in the library, it won’t be good.”

“The one screaming is you. Plus, this meeting room is soundproof, so I think no matter how much you scream, it won’t be heard outside.”

“Ugh… Such a waste of money by the school…”

Ignoring her resigned look, I decided to continue the story.

…Right, so, when I got to the torii gate, I saw something strange.

“Ah!”

It was a dark, mist-like figure.

“Yikes…”

…Chika kept screaming like a chorus, but I won’t stop.

—This dark figure was about the size of me back then, so about the height of a child. A black, writhing human shape, crouching in front of the small shrine within the torii gate.

What is it, I thought, but at the same time, I knew it was something I shouldn’t approach.

So I decided to go home right away that day.

…But then, I kept seeing it after that.

The next day, when I went to greet the neighbors with my mother near my grandfather’s house… it was there, in the middle of a rice field, writhing just the same.

And the next day, too. That time it was just standing by the roadside.

As I kept seeing it day by day… I realized something.

It was… gradually getting closer to my grandfather’s house.

So, I told my grandfather about it. He got incredibly angry and then told me, “That’s Mozomozo-sama.”

I’ve forgotten most of it, but I think it was some local legend or spirit that approaches people who see it.

So, my grandfather told me never to look at it again.

I followed his advice, and until I returned from my visit, I never saw it again. I felt its presence and sometimes saw it out of the corner of my eye, but I never looked directly at it.

Then, gradually, I stopped sensing it altogether.

Nothing happened, and it never appeared again. So I guess that’s the end of the story.

But… ever since then, I haven’t been able to look in mirrors.

Why? Because…

There might be something behind me, right?

“…peep…”

Chika’s voice, now as thin as a baby bird’s, was all that came out after I finished the story.

She looked down, frozen, and I decided to give one last push.

“Hey, Chika. Behind you.”

“Aaahhhhhh!!”

She still had plenty of energy left. Or rather, such a loud voice made me worry, even with the soundproofing.

She rolled off the chair and trembled in the corner of the room, staring at me with tearful eyes.

“Is there something behind me? There isn’t, right?”

“No, it’s okay, there’s nothing.”

“…That’s a bad joke, I think.”

“It’s part of the training. I thought it might be good to do this much. Sorry.”

She sat back down, sulking, and I crossed my arms, letting out a small sigh.

“…I never thought such a story would scare you that much…”

“But it’s scary, isn’t it? What am I going to do, I can’t look in mirrors from now on… Takkun, will you help me tie my hair every morning?”

“Do it yourself.”

I pushed back her suggestion and asked another question.

“I know it’s an unpleasant story, but where does your fear come from?”

“Because it’s unknown! Like I said, it’s those incomprehensible things that scare me! Me!”

Hearing her argument, I nodded and said,

“So, if it’s a story with a clear cause or identity, it’s okay?”

“Maybe… But it’s better than this incomprehensible type…”

“Okay. Then how about this one, ‘The Curse of Jizo’?”

“No way.”

The conversation was abruptly sealed off.

“Isn’t this story basically spoiled by the title?”

“But it’s probably one of those stories where if you mess with a Jizo statue, you end up regretting it later, right? I can tell!”

“If you can guess it, it shouldn’t be scary.”

I shrugged my shoulders, thinking that avoiding scary things wouldn’t really help in overcoming fear.

In front of me, for some reason, Chika took one of the books from the table and started flipping through it herself.

“What are you doing?”

“I feel it’s unfair that I’m always on the receiving end. I’ll read aloud, and you listen.”

“But it’s your training…”

She didn’t listen. Chika, with an unusually serious expression that she hardly showed in class, skimmed through the contents page, found something interesting, and turned a page, looking at me.

“Alright, I’ll start. Let’s see, ‘The Ghost Woman Who Rides Taxis’…”

“The kind where the picked-up passenger vanishes and leaves the back seat soaked?”

“Hey, Tan-kun, don’t preemptively spoil it! How do you even know that? Are you psychic?”

“It’s a common story…”

Familiarity with these kinds of ghost stories and horror works often allows one to guess the general flow of the story from the title alone.

Chika, thwarted by my foresight, grumbled and flipped through more pages, suggesting new titles.

“‘Lost in the Snowy Mountains!'”

“The one where they thought there were four but found a fifth person?”

“‘Noises from the Next Room!'”

“The next room is actually an accident site, right?”

“Why do you have to guess them all? It’s no contest if you’re not scared!”

“That’s why it’s not a contest, it’s your training.”

As I scratched my cheek, Chika pursed her lips and flipped more pages, murmuring, “Hmm.”

“How about this, ‘The Red Woman’?”

“Never heard of it. What’s that?”

Wondering if it was an urban legend, Chika straightened up and began to read in a formal tone, like a language class recital.

“This is a story experienced by ‘me’… the person who wrote this text. I was a student at the time, and there was a certain rumor circulating at school. Are you sure you’re not scared?”

“There’s nothing scary yet.”

I was too enchanted by her tender voice to focus on the content. Of course, I wouldn’t say that directly.

Chika, seeming a bit frustrated by my reaction, continued to read.

“The rumor was a ghost story… According to what I heard, if you walked alone after school, you would ‘encounter’ it. What would you encounter? The friend who told me the rumor called it ‘The Red Woman.'”

“Interesting.”

I nodded. Chika, meanwhile, was calm but already trembling slightly.

“I didn’t believe such rumors, but even so, after hearing them, I didn’t feel comfortable walking home alone. So, I usually went home with friends. But one day… Hey, do I have to keep reading?”

“You started reading it yourself.”

“Right… One day, all my friends were busy with club activities, so I had to walk home alone.”

As she read, her expression became more tense, but she had not yet screamed.

I was impressed by her effort when she continued.

“It was around four in the evening, in November, when days start to shorten. The sky was reddening, and the edges were already darkening. There weren’t many people around at that time, and I was hurrying through the residential area to get home… now… now…”

Stumbling over her words, she suddenly looked at me with utmost seriousness.

“Hey, Tan-kun.”

“What is it?”

“Sit next to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m scared.”

Honest to a fault. Thinking it should be fine, I moved my chair to sit next to her.

But this was a mistake for me.

After everything that happened since yesterday, my senses were numb… Being this close to her was something I hadn’t experienced in years.

Her slightly lower head, the faint sway of her silver hair, brought a floral scent that tickled my nostrils.

Her profile, with a nose that was straight but not too sharply defined, had changed significantly from the old days, yet some aspects remained the same.

Continually captivated by her face, I was oblivious to her, but she continued.

“Um, so… when ‘I’ was walking home alone… at that time, on a deserted residential street, someone spoke to me.”

She lowered her voice and said…

“‘Do you have… any… red… on you?'”

What should have been a moment of heightened fear turned into something else due to Chika’s trembling voice.

With a tense expression, she suddenly grasped my hand. Her pale hand sent a shock through me, and she continued reading in a frenzy.

“‘The person who spoke was a woman in a bright red dress… tall, with a similarly red mask over her mouth. The dress was dirty, her hair disheveled, and her nails long and twisted… she didn’t seem normal at all. I was frozen in place, and she asked again, ‘Do you have anything red?'”

Chika seemed at her limit, but I was equally agitated with her hand in mine. Unaware of my state, she leaned in even closer.

“‘I don’t have anything,’ I replied, my mind in a whirl.”

If anything, I was the one disoriented.

Now completely embracing my arm, Chika tucked herself into my chest. What was she thinking? I looked at her, but her gaze was still fixed on the book.

He was doing this completely unconsciously – that’s what I realized. But then I noticed a more troubling situation.

My hand was completely occupied with the sensation of her chest pressed against my arm, but I realized it was wedged right against her thigh.

…No, this really isn’t good. I strained my utmost reason to try and pull at least my fingertips out, but…

“…Hyauh!?”

With just a slight movement, she trembled, letting out a peculiarly sultry sound. No good, I can’t move it. Moving it seemed like it would only make things worse.

Soft. Warm. A sensation like nothing I had ever touched before passed through my fingertips – and while feeling my heart pounding chaotically, I resignedly let my arm rest as is.

In the midst of this, Chika, her face flushed red and her lips trembling, continued her reading with determination.

“…I knew the rumors and even what to expect when asked. And yet, despite knowing what would happen if I didn’t have the right answer…”

“What happens?”

Chika swallowed nervously.

“…Upon my response, the woman twisted her ugly face in dissatisfaction and said, ‘Don’t hide it, you have it, don’t you?’ And that day… a high school girl’s body was found on the roadside, gruesomely murdered… her body mutilated with a blade and almost all blood drained out, just…”

Her voice trailed off towards the end.

But having finished reading, Chika, without screaming, put the book down and looked down in silence. With the tension slightly eased, her grip loosened, and seizing the moment, I retracted my arm, feigning composure as I said,

“You did well. It was a truly scary narration with a great atmosphere. And you didn’t scream at the end either…”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you’ve made some progress in overcoming your fear.”

“…Do you think so?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Encouraged by my words, Chika’s complexion gradually improved, and she showed a pleased smile.

“Hehe, maybe I’m not that far from completely overcoming my fearfulness…!”

“Perhaps.”

Nodding, I suddenly pointed towards her shoulder,

“Ah, behind you.”

“AAAAAAHHHHH!?!?!?”

…Well, it seems she’s still not quite there.

That’s how the day went until after school, reading ghost stories to her.

When the bell signaling the end of school rang, Chika, already pale (though she was pale to begin with), whispered weakly.

“It’s over…?”

“Seems so. Time to head home…”

As a member of the go-home club, it had been a while since I had stayed at school so late.

As I gathered the borrowed books, I asked Chika, who was flat out on the desk,

“…You alright?”

“Not really… Tan-kun, you were relentless. Even when I said I wanted to stop, you just kept going…”

“Don’t say things that can be misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood?”

She tilted her head, and I averted my eyes, slightly blushing.

Observing my reaction with a bit of confusion but still smiling, she added,

“It was scary, but maybe it was also fun.”

“I doubt that…”

So goes the day with Chika, a tremendously timid soul. Despite it being training, I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

But Chika shook her head and said,

“Sure, the ghost stories were scary. But… being able to spend time together with you after so long, that was nice.”

“Is that so…”

Her genuine words took me by surprise, and I let out a small, wry smile.

…I would never admit it out loud, but I felt exactly the same.

“Tan-kun? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Let’s go, I need to return these books.”

“Okay.”

She nodded and tried to help with the books, but I quickly grabbed them all and headed out.

“I wanted to help.”

“It’s fine. I’ll return them. You go ahead.”

“Eh?”

As she looked puzzled, I sighed with a mix of exasperation.

“It’s the same as this morning. If we’re seen going home together, it’ll be a hassle.”

“But… I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

She stubbornly questioned, and I asked back, only for her to confidently declare,

“Because, what if ‘The Red Woman’ appears?”

“…”

“…Seems like her fearfulness is far from cured.”

Or perhaps, it’s even further off than before.

📢 Maybe you see "V2" or "V3" and so on in the NOVEL TITLE, it means what VOLUMES the NOVEL is.
I’m the Only One Who Knows the Secret of the Perfect Neat and Tidy Committee Chairperson Who Lives Under One Roof

I’m the Only One Who Knows the Secret of the Perfect Neat and Tidy Committee Chairperson Who Lives Under One Roof

Hitotsu Yane no Shita de Kurasu Kanpeki Seiso Iinchou no Himitsu wo Shitte Iru no wa Ore Dake de Ii., ひとつ屋根の下で暮らす完璧清楚委員長の秘密を知っているのは俺だけでいい。
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2022 Native Language: Japan
Svetlana Kurokawa is a well-behaved, high achiever, and super chairperson of the committee. She is also my childhood friend whom I have not seen in several years.However, this seemingly perfect Kurokawa has a “certain” secret…“Tak-kun, you’re here! There’s probably something in there.”In fact, she is so timid that she cannot go to the bathroom alone at night!When Kurokawa’s parents were transferred overseas, I decided to live with her and help her overcome her weakness.“I’m afraid of …… being alone, so why don’t you sleep with me?”I’m afraid of being alone, so I’m going to sleep with you.“Hey, are you okay with my high school life!?”

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