I'm Being Threatened by My Sister's Ex-girlfriend. (GL) - Chapter 10
“How’s it look?”
I checked my newly dyed hair in the tabletop mirror. It had been changed from a light brown to a solid black.
The quality of the dye might have been the problem, because it looked a little unnatural. Still, it didn’t look bad at all. This look might actually work for me.
The length of my hair was the same as it had been since middle school, just like Ichika’s. If I wore the uniform now, it would probably look a lot more “Ichika-like.”
I nodded.
“I think it’s good.”
“Great. Can you go ahead and change into it?”
“Wait, hold on. I’m actually hungry.”
I placed my hand on my stomach. I was genuinely hungry.
On top of that, I wasn’t sure if the dye was dry enough. If I was going to wear someone else’s clothes, I wanted to make sure I gave it enough time. Especially since I was about to wear a pure white blouse.
Hakobe glanced at the bedside clock and sighed, like a puppy who had been told to wait. She wasn’t really that cute, though.
Her gaze shifted toward the fridge.
“Do you want me to make something?”
“Nah, I’ll just run to the convenience store and grab some bread. The fridge is empty anyway. I should’ve bought something earlier…”
“I’ll go with you.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll go. It’s too hot outside. Got any requests? It’s a 7-Eleven.”
“In that case, I’ll take the money.”
“No need.”
I had already made Hakobe pay for the ingredients for our hotpot last time. Buying convenience store bread wasn’t worth the trouble of making her pay again.
“Okay, then… I’ll have a sandwich.”
“Got it.”
With my smartphone in hand, I headed toward the front door. Hakobe followed me, likely to lock up.
I put on my sneakers and turned around.
Hakobe was standing in the hallway, staring at me.
For some reason, I felt like there was a fitting phrase for this situation.
While I was looking for the right words, Hakobe raised one hand and waved it awkwardly. She smiled nervously.
“U-Um… have a good time.”
“…I’ll be back soon.”
We both said it like we were saying an awkward English phrase for the first time. What was going on?
I opened the heavy door, and the scorching sunlight hit me, burning my skin once again.
“Welcome back.”
“Thanks, welcome back.”
So, what is all this?
I handed Hakobe the sandwich with egg and cucumber, while I gnawed on a stick of bread. I also nibbled on an oval-shaped cracker that had some powder sprinkled on it, which seemed like it would make me happy. It actually did make me feel a little bit happier.
I washed my mouth out with the barley tea and then lay down on the cool rug.
“Alright, then. Let’s do the video.”
“No way.”
I couldn’t distract her anymore.
The folded blouse and skirt were pushed toward me. The ribbon tie on the pristine blouse was placed on top, almost like a flower that had fallen to the ground. It looked strangely vivid.
This wasn’t just any uniform. It was the uniform of a girl who wore it every day — the girl standing right in front of me.
When I touched the fabric with the tip of my finger, it was smooth.
Was I really about to wear this?
I swallowed hard.
“…Fine. I’ll change in the bathroom.”
“That’s not allowed either.”
“Huh?”
As I tried to stand, Hakobe grabbed my wrist.
My hair swayed with the motion, revealing a glimpse of the poisonous blue. Her pink lips tightened into a firm line.
Her grip was strong, as if declaring she wasn’t going to let go.
“Please change here. In front of me.”
“Wait… here?”
I instinctively covered my chest with my free hand.
“Here…?”
“Yes.”
“In front of you?”
“Yes.”
“W-wait, no sexy stuff, right?”
“No, it’s not sexy.”
Hakobe tightened her grip on my wrist as though she were desperate. It actually hurt. Is she really that serious about this? Does she want to see this that badly?
“I’m just changing into a uniform. It’s the same as changing in a dressing room. It’s not sexy at all.”
“No, no, no.”
Is that really the case?
Now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem like such a big deal. I’m wearing a cami with cups to prevent it from being see-through. Sure, I’m just wearing regular shorts under it, but there’s no real s3x appeal here.
Is that really true? Am I sure about that?
Sweat trickled down my back. The air conditioning, which had been on before, had stopped. Was it broken? Or maybe Hakobe turned it off while I was out at the convenience store?
The temperature in the room seemed to rise, gradually becoming unbearable.
“Do you really want to see? It’s nothing special.”
I placed my hand over the English words printed on my T-shirt and checked my chest. Yeah, it’s pretty average. Not like Hayasegawa, who has a more impressive size.
In fact, Hakobe probably has a bigger chest than I do.
But Hakobe’s gaze remained Serious.
“If I say I want to see, would you show me?”
“Uh, well, that’s—”
“I really want to see.”
Her blunt words left me speechless.
“I really, really want to see.”
Her gaze was unwavering, piercing through the curve of my chest. It felt like invisible hands were touching my bare skin, caressing me.
But oddly enough, it wasn’t unpleasant.
In fact, I almost felt like, well, if she’s going to go that far, maybe it wouldn’t hurt. Am I that easy? Is everything okay with me?
“You’ve seen Ichika’s, right?”
“…No.”
Her gaze shifted away. That wasn’t the reaction I expected. Based on our previous interactions, I thought we’d already crossed that line by now.
Hakobe turned her head to the side, muttering softly.
“I told you, holding hands was the best I could do.”
“Oh, right.”
Now that she mentioned it, I did remember her saying that. But I didn’t think she meant it literally. So, that’s it. She hasn’t seen it yet.
I suddenly felt the tension leave my shoulders.
“Okay. You can see, but I’m wearing a cami underneath.”
“Ah… yeah, of course.”
“Hey.”
Don’t look so disappointed, you teenage girl.