The Yandere Villainess’s Past Life Was That of a Lonely Woman. After Reflecting and Stopping Her Stalking of Her Fiancé, He Somehow Started Approaching Her Instead. - Chapter 2

But these overly long bangs of mine are so annoying, I can’t believe I’ve managed to live with them this long.

They block my vision like a jet-black curtain. I could just grab them and lift them out of the way, but I can’t keep doing that all the time.

I plan to leave school early, but the infirmary is empty. I intend to head to the staff room, but first I need to do something about my hair.

I searched my pockets for a hairpin, but unfortunately, there wasn’t one. Maybe the school store sells them?

“…Oh, right.”

I wandered around the infirmary and found the first-aid kit. It wasn’t locked.

Opening it, I saw headache medicine, disinfectant, band-aids, and bandages stored inside. Scissors were included too.

“Lucky.”

I found what I was looking for and muttered excitedly. Bandages and scissors—with these, I could make a simple hairband.

I ignored the inner voice telling me it was cheap or that I shouldn’t use school supplies for personal use.

Walking with this long fringe would definitely get me hurt. I cut the bandage to a suitable length.

Then, looking in the mirror, I used my homemade hairband to sweep my fringe back.

The hair that stuck out a bit was annoying, so I trimmed it just enough to keep it out of my eyes.

Just lifting my bangs made the person in the mirror look like a different person.

“This is actually pretty good, don’t you think?”

Despite the dark circles under her eyes and the poor color in her lips, Lycoris had surprisingly well-defined features.

Maybe since her character was meant to have her face mostly hidden by her hair anyway, there was no need to deliberately design her to look ugly.

The dark aura was still undeniable, but at least this way, she wouldn’t be mistaken for a demon.

The ankle-length back hair and the uniform that looked like mourning clothes were still issues, but those weren’t problems the infirmary could solve.

She could probably cut the hair here, but students or teachers seeing a trash can stuffed with a huge amount of black hair would be shocked.

She rinsed the scissors under the faucet, wiped them with a towel, and put them back in the medicine cabinet. Then, using the provided pen and paper, she wrote a note saying she was going to the staff room.

I wrapped the cut bangs in tissue and tossed them in the trash. This place is practically a modern school, I thought.

I walked down the hallway toward my destination. My vision was clear and wonderful. My head didn’t hurt anymore.

This might be the effect of the headache medicine I’d taken from the medicine cabinet earlier.

The packaging looked exactly like the famous headache medicine I’d used in my previous life, giving me a huge sense of reassurance. It was a relief that cultural familiarity could be maintained.　　

But this world has terrible class-based inequality.

Having access to a clean bed, running water, and headache medicine freely is only possible because this is an aristocratic academy.

Commoners have to fetch water from wells every day, and apparently, bathing isn’t common outside wealthy households.

They rarely get to eat meat, and they can’t even use proper soap for laundry.

I know this because I played this game in my previous life. And because the heroine’s setting was commoner.

As a scholarship student admitted under special circumstances, she regularly faced bullying events orchestrated by noble girls.

That’s when the male characters with high affection ratings would come to her rescue.

“You, just because you have special magic, you think you’re so special!”

“That’s right! Stinky, filthy commoner!”

Yeah, yeah. That’s the kind of stupid line she gets thrown at.

Nodding, I turn the corner.

Ahead, several female students surround a pink-haired beauty. Flowers bloom cheerfully on her head. It’s the heroine.

So this is it. The bullying event is happening, huh?