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

Kagari Kamidama is a special beautiful girl; she surpasses others by more than ten steps, as perfectly formed as if she were from fiction.

However, in reality, she was a delusional girl comparable to a “denpa-chan.”

Can you believe it? This girl claimed to be my wife from a past life…

It’s a story that would barely be believable in a fantasy world.

She was undoubtedly a dangerously crazy girl, and I wanted to keep my distance, but unfortunately, she was seated next to me.

Even though I couldn’t escape, I was granted a temporary respite. Yes, respite. That means class.

Our new homeroom teacher in the second year, who was also my Japanese teacher since the first year, Takatsuki Natsuki, said, “Hey, you two… how long are you going to flirt? It’s making me sick, so stop it immediately. It’s an eyesore.” It was an unteacherly remark, more like she was discarding her dignity as an adult, but it settled the situation.

Well, it might have just postponed the problem for now…

Anyway, the once tumultuous classroom had quieted down, befitting a high school for advanced students, and the only sound was Takatsuki-sensei’s voice, tapping the chalk on the blackboard and explaining in a soothing tone.

Even Kamidama, who had been acting bizarrely, was now seriously taking the class, embodying the rumor of being excellent in both academics and sports.

…Looking at her like this, she seems like a genuinely beautiful girl.

While I don’t have any desire to date her or become friends, I purely think she’s beautiful.

As an object of admiration, Kamidama Kagari was a feast for the eyes.

But the moment she opened her mouth to talk about past lives or wives, it reminded me not to judge people solely by their appearance.

I suspect she’s just teasing me, but I can’t find any reason why she’d choose me for that.

It seems like a simple case of poor judgment.

These sorts of things should be left to someone like Tachimukai.

They’d make a beautiful couple, envied by everyone in the school.

On the other hand, if this mysterious entanglement continues, I’ll end up being the only one pierced by arrows of curiosity and jealousy—unless things change.

Honestly, I don’t think it will get any worse. Why? Because there’s simply no benefit.

Neither I nor Kamidama gain anything from this—in fact, there are even disadvantages.

So, there’s no need to worry… or so I’d like to think.

But she is a girl with a mind blown out of proportion.

There’s a high possibility she might do something completely unpredictable, which makes my stomach hurt just thinking about it. I’m generally weak against pressure.

I wish she would handle me with the care of something fragile… Thinking that, I glanced at Kamidama. Her beautiful hazel eyes met mine.

Her serious expression softened, and she smiled so beautifully that I almost stared in awe.

If I kept looking, I might accidentally fall for her, so I quickly averted my gaze.

As I did, a paper wad was thrown at me. Needless to say, it was from Kamidama.

What now, has she already switched to bullying? If that’s the case, she’s underestimating me, Kamidama.

I’ve already overcome such petty harassment in middle school. For me now, it’s like a papercut—annoying but not unbearable.

Which means it’s quite painful. Please, just give me a break… Internally crying, I picked up the paper.

Should I open it or not…?

After pondering for a while, I decided to open it gently. Well, just looking shouldn’t cause any harm, right? There won’t be any insults, right?

Feeling a bit anxious, I carefully unfolded the paper.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’ll be happy but also embarrassed.”

The note was written in an overly neat handwriting. Next to it was a cute drawing of a cat.

After reading it for about ten seconds, I slowly turned to look at Kamidama again. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she waved at me with a small smile.

Sigh…

Could she not do genuinely cute things like this after making a weird girl impression?

It makes her look genuinely cute.

Though it’s too extreme to be called a gap, I felt my face slightly heats up.