My Seatmate is Apparently My Wife from My Past Life; She Still Loves Me in This Life as Well

The chime rang, signaling lunchtime, and the atmosphere in the classroom relaxed all at once. Some students took out their lunchboxes, some headed to the school store, and others combined their desks, each moving about freely.

At Tatara High School, Class 2-3 was, as usual, running smoothly. It began to be enveloped in its usual peaceful hustle and bustle. Even the popular, almost unattainable Kamidama was no exception.

Kamidama, surrounded by friends regardless of gender, seemed to mock the concerns I had this morning. Seeing this as my lucky break, I quietly slipped out of the classroom.

This too was my usual routine. Without anyone noticing, I wandered up two floors — and then I realized something was missing.

I had my phone and my book… so what was I missing?

I leisurely walked, feeling like I had forgotten something, and soon reached my usual spot in the empty classroom. I opened the door, then the window a bit.

I ventilated the slightly musty, dusty air of the unused classroom and sat in my usual spot.

“Ah, I forgot my lunch.”

I crossed my arms without thinking. In my mind, a small version of me was shouting, “What a blunder!”

Usually, I would be munching on sweet bread I brought from home…

There were a lot of things this morning. After that, I avoided the living room as much as possible and completely forgot to bring it.

I let out a long sigh and decided, “Oh well.”

Even if I went to the school store now, I doubted anything decent would be left, and the cafeteria was always crowded to the point of exasperation.

Being a solo player by nature, I tended to avoid crowded places.

Also… the portions are too big. Catering to high school students, our cafeteria’s default serving size is a bit large.

As you can tell from the fact that I’m satisfied with sweet bread for both breakfast and lunch, I’m the complete opposite of a big eater.

While the prices are reasonable, it’s wasteful to leave food, and forcing myself to eat is unpleasant.

…Besides, I don’t really like other people’s cooking.

I refused Aika’s offer mainly for that reason — I have a hard time with homemade food. Or rather, I’ve come to dislike it.

Eating out doesn’t bother me much, but I clearly can’t handle homemade food anymore.

I used to love my mother’s cooking more than anything.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t eat it at all. I do eat dinner at the Aimoto household, cooked by Sanae.

I can eat if I push myself — in other words, I don’t want to push myself every day. That’s why I often linger at family restaurants until late at night.

To be honest, I don’t clearly know what caused this.

So, I don’t know what to do to improve it… but thinking about it like this is better.

At least, Aika hasn’t noticed, which means I’m managing to hide it well. That’s definitely a good thing.

I already feel like a burden to them.

On top of that, making them worry about such a rude condition would be too much.

At least until I graduate high school, I want to keep it hidden — once I graduate, there will be no problem leaving that house.

I can’t stay at the Aimoto house forever.

Whether I go to college or get a job, I will leave that house. That would be best for both of us… though it’s a selfish way of putting it.

It’s best for me. It’s most convenient for me.

About two more years. It’s long, I thought, ignoring the slight hunger, and looked outside.

The sports club members were already energetically running around the field despite it being lunchtime.

There’s no way I could do that… If I moved that much, I’d use up all the energy I just replenished with lunch.

They must be a different species altogether, I thought, as my thoughts wandered.

“Guess who!”

Suddenly, my vision was covered.

There’s only one person who would come here besides me.

Despite being surrounded by people to the point where even an outsider like me thought “wow,” she managed to sneak out.

I thought she might have ninja potential, but the person covering my eyes, deciding I hadn’t figured it out, moved closer, eliminating any distance between us.

I felt a soft sensation against my back and a warm breath near my ear.

“Hint: I’m your bride!”

“Wha-! What are you doing, Kamidama! And we’re not married!”

“Haha, your ears are still sensitive, Uraku.”

“And you’re still receiving those past life signals so smoothly…!”