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

It feels like I should thoroughly explain my relationship with Kamidama and just how crazy she is, but given the time, it’s already too late. It’s half past ten at night, which is a time when even high school students might get into trouble if they’re out and about.

It’s far too late for the three of us to sit around a table and talk properly, so we decided to call it a night.

I saw Aika off to her home, as she seemed to be on her way back from a convenience store, and then I headed straight to Kamidama’s house. Though it was a short enough distance that we’d arrive instantly if we rode tandem on the bicycle again, Kamidama wanted to walk.

After stashing the bicycle in the storage shed, I walked beside Kamidama.

“Still, that was a blind spot. I didn’t expect Aika’s older brother to be Nagiura.”

“Well, even if we’re siblings, it’s just through marriage. Besides, it only happened a year ago, so it’s normal you wouldn’t know.”

“But you two were cousins, right? In that case, I wish I had known earlier.”

“Why is that?”

“Because, of course, I would have wanted to meet you sooner. I always had high expectations.”

“Have you been receiving signals from your past life since you were that young?”

At this point, it seemed like Kamidama’s story was no longer just a setup but perhaps something more profound. It felt like something I didn’t want to delve into if I could avoid it.

However, if we continued to have even a minimal relationship in the future, it would inevitably come to that. As evidenced by the Aimoto family, I am hopeless at managing relationships with others.

With Kamidama, who closes the distance between us aggressively, we are either a perfect or the worst match. This means that I’m easily led to the information Kamidama wants to share.

Thinking about it made me feel slightly heavy.

“It’s not just from when I was little. Since the day I was born, I’ve always remembered you.”

“Yeah, yeah… That’s quite a memory. My earliest memory is crying my eyes out after being bitten by a dog.”

“That’s cute…”

“It’s not cute at all…”

In fact, it was a painful memory. Even now, I remember how much it hurt. It wasn’t a small dog, but a medium-sized one.

“Oh, and I also remember this: there was a younger girl, not Aika, but another cousin. I have vague memories of talking with her.”

“Really? What was she like?”

“I don’t know.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I don’t really remember. Actually, I’m not even sure if she was my cousin. I might have just assumed that.”

“Huh?????”

Kamidama tilted her head cutely, full of question marks. I understood her confusion, but I couldn’t explain any further. The memories weren’t clear.

I don’t remember what we talked about, why we talked, when we met, or who she was. I don’t remember anything clearly.

Well, maybe childhood memories are often like that…

What scared me was that nobody around me seemed to remember her either. My now-deceased parents once told me, “You must have dreamed it,” when I asked them about her.

It’s true that our family didn’t have many relatives, so it’s possible I was wrong in assuming she was my cousin…

But, you know, while we didn’t have many, there were some. At the funeral, many people attended. The chances that I had a random conversation with a stranger on the street were low, so it’s more likely she was my cousin, and I assumed so.

It might be more realistic to think it was all a dream, but somehow, I was sure it wasn’t. Even if I had no proof, humans sometimes just know things.

“When you look back at your childhood, those memories become kind of a romanticized fantasy. Everyone has those, right?”

“Yeah, I get that. But can’t you remember a little more?”

“Even if you say that…”

I think it was summer. The sun was blazing down, hot enough to burn the skin, and while feeling the heat, we sat side by side on the veranda.

But that’s all I remember clearly. For some reason, I thought she was younger, but her silhouette was more like an older girl.

Maybe she was a middle or high school student? At least, she seemed around our age now.

If I experienced this now, I might assume she was younger, but back then, I must have been in elementary school or younger. Why would I think so arrogantly?

It’s strange and mysterious.

Well, childhood memories are often fuzzy.

“Oh, but I do remember she had blonde hair. Not the shiny kind you often see, but a kind of fragile, ephemeral blonde… Ah, like the picture we saw at the library today. That might be the closest image.”

“────, huh? Nagiura, you really do love me, don’t you?”

“What?! How did you connect it to that?!”

Kamidama jumped to an outrageous conclusion. Maybe she was the model for that picture? If so, I just made an embarrassing confession…

Watching Kamidama smile broadly made me hesitate to say anything.

Silence is golden, speech is silver.

When I stayed quiet, Kamidama snuggled up to me, speaking in a surprisingly gentle and rational voice.

“I love you too—so you can always rely on me. But, because of that, please pay more attention to Aika. She’s always looking straight at you.”

“Don’t make it sound like I love Kamidama… But, yeah, I get it. Sorry for making you worry.”

Despite being pushy, Kamidama knew where not to cross the line and offered kind words.

I intuitively thought this wasn’t good.

Her boundless kindness might make me dependent on her. It could ruin me—though this kindness might not last forever.

I watched Kamidama wave goodbye and enter her house, letting out a small sigh.