Early March When Cherry Blossoms Start to Bloom
Early March, when the cherry blossoms begin to bloom. Today marks the second day since my first day at high school. My eyes sparkle as I take in every single thing that fills my vision.
"Ehehe, ehehehehe…."
I'm so glad I'm alive…! That deep-seated satisfaction bubbling up from the core of my being, spreading through my entire body in an instant. I desperately manage my facial expression to keep my slack-jawed, drooling face from surfacing.
What am I hiding? I'm a pervert. No, I am a pervert. But only when it comes to yuri.
From fresh, pure love stories to rom-coms, and even extreme stuff like kidnapping, imprisonment, limb amputation, and one-sided abuse—as long as it's yuri, I've devoured it all without discrimination. That's the true essence and identity of this hopeless bastard called me. How could anyone resist watching cute girls flirting with each other…! Tears welling up at the very embodiment of youth is only natural.
Ah. I think I'm gonna cry.
In a boring-ass world with no internet or electronics, where understanding of the yuri genre is next to nonexistent, how the hell did I survive seventeen years? Right now, in this moment, I'm finally getting my reward. At an all-girls school…!
……
Time flies in this dreamlike bliss.
Before I know it, the final bell rings while I'm entranced, observing the parade of girls in all their variety. A few even approached me to chat, but I politely declined and savored my alone time.
Why taint the yuri? If I butt in among the girls, it stops being yuri…! Sure, I'm a pervert who desperately craves girls flirting with each other, but me joining in? Hell no. Not just "eh," I absolutely hate it.
This isn't about forcing others to do what I don't want to do. It's more fundamental than that. Because I'm not a girl.
You might ask, "You're wearing a girls' uniform and growing your hair to your chin—what, you in drag or something?" Nope, nothing like that. Biologically, I am a girl. This body is. The problem is what's inside.
I was a guy in my previous life, and after dying, I reincarnated as a girl. Yeah. That's how it happened.
And according to my judgment as a yuri purist, I just don't fit into yuri at all. The thought of me getting tangled up romantically with other girls? Disgusting just imagining it. Above all, it'd be pitiful for them. I couldn't stand watching innocent girls get toyed with by some dude—even if dirt's in my eyes forever.
Back at the dorm, I close the door. Only then can I finally relax my managed expression.
"They're so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so prettyyy…!"
My heart's pounding. It's beating so damn hard…! Is this what coming back from heaven feels like? Nah, even heaven couldn't compete with that mind-blowing yuri potential party. Yeah.
How am I gonna survive from here on out? With my heart racing like this. The sight of cute, fresh girls chatting away in clusters for three whole years? This is better than heaven!
Ah. I'm really gonna cry. No, I already am.
"Ah, fuck! I love yuri so much, I really really love it, uhee, heh, hehehehe…!"
You have no idea how hard I worked to hold back that dopey grin. Same with the unladylike swearing. Sure, I don't think of myself as a girl, so I don't care about cursing or unrefined behavior—but I can't ruin the yuri-infused atmosphere around me.
Ugh. Fuck. I wanna swear. I'm so fucking happy I wanna swear. My eyes feel purified. That class topper was gorgeous. She's in my class. There was this athletic-looking girl who'd fit right into sports. And…
"Shut up!"
"Uwak, fuck!"
Whoa! There's someone here?! My heart drops with a thud. Not because she saw me like this, but because I'm worried how traumatic it'd be for a girl to hear this crap.
"Just shut your trap."
"Phew…."
And just like that, my worries vanish. Because she's the one girl I can show my true self to.
"Dana. What're you doing here?"
"…This is my room."
She shoots me a look like how is this idiot even real? in response to my innocent question. I nod vigorously. Oh. Right. We share this room. Roommates, basically.
It's a pretty enduring connection. You could even call it a bad one.
It's been going strong since we were kids around five or six, hopping through the same schools one after another. Dana lectures me like she's scolding a child.
"I thought high school might change you a bit. But you're still wandering around with those… weird thoughts, huh?"
"It's not weird!"
"It is."
Weird thoughts? What an insulting thing to say. I just wanna watch pretty girls rubbing their bo○ together…?
…I can't say that out loud, of course. And Dana doesn't miss my hesitation.
"It's filthy. That weird fetish of yours."
"Call it a taste…."
"Hmph."
It stings a little, but whatever—it's Dana. More importantly, I ask what I'm curious about.
"Hey, Dana."
"What."
"Why're you back already? What about your friends?"
"Friends?"
"I saw you chatting with some girls earlier. Didn't you make friends?"
"Does a few words count as friends?"
"Already ruling out friends? That's so cold…."
"…."
Lez queen? Building a harem on day two? Scary kid…! She's really scary. Terrifying. The environmentally destructive Dana has my whole body on edge.
Gathering my courage, I declare boldly.
"Apologize to the polar bears!!!!!!!"
"What the hell?!"
"Your casual friction with girls other than me is causing global warming from all the heat, melting the glaciers, and leaving polar bears homeless… Huh?"
Uh oh. Fist incoming.
"Gwaaak-?!"
The moment I register the fist closing in, I'm rolling on the floor. What a pathetic noise I made, even though I did it myself. "Gwaaak"? Not even a pig would oink like that.
Anyway, it hurts. Dana really went all out on my gut. Feels like my organs are gonna burst…!
"Uweeek-!!"
Ta-da. What burst out wasn't organs—it was vomit! ☆
My childhood friend Dana glares at me with frozen eyes before storming out of the room. Left alone, I clutch my stomach, clean up my puke haphazardly, and think.
I always think this, but Dana's got a bad habit of hitting people. She smacks, threatens, and bullies at the drop of a hat. But flip it around, and that's kinda appealing.
Dana. I'm counting on you. Hone those skills on me and go film some delicious tragic abuse yuri, yeah? Preferably with a super defiant opponent who won't break after a few hits, someone healthy in body and soul who won't submit to ordinary acts—leaving you desperate instead. Yeah, R-19 version. Fuck the polar bears. Hell, even polar bears wouldn't forgive that. Real high-heat pure yuri is just too damn good…!
"Uuu, Lily's yuri, yuri is the best… Uhee, uhehehe…."
Forgetting the pain in my soft belly in no time, I sink into delusion.
Ah. So happy….