A Love Letter? That's Diabolical – Day 14 of Enrollment
A love letter. There it was. In my shoe locker.
"……."
A love letter. Right there in my shoe locker. I let out an "Uh" before I even realized it, dropping my bag from the sheer shock. My legs trembled, my whole body went limp, and I nearly collapsed right then and there. What the fuck? Have my eyes finally gone haywire?
But no matter how many times I blinked to deny reality, it was unmistakably a love letter. Ah, maybe I opened the wrong locker. What a mix-up. Wait, that means there really are girls confessing and getting confessed to. That's so thrilling in a yuri way. I wonder who they are. I wanna catch a glimpse of their faces. I wanna spy on those girls filming their sweet, innocent yuri romance...
...It's definitely my locker. So why the hell is something that absolutely shouldn't be here?
Ah, could be a mistake—they meant to put it in the one next to mine. But then why does it say "To Lily" right on the envelope? A namesake? No way someone else is named after yuri. Must be some yuri-powered beauty. Huh?
"……."
Nah, no chance. Still, I clung to a sliver of hope. Maybe it's a utility bill or a debt collection notice, even if it looks like this. Not like bills come to school, and I've paid off all my debts anyway—impossible. At that point, I gave up denying reality. Starting to pity myself was getting pathetic.
No, seriously—a love letter? To me? Is this some new kind of bullying? I'm not in middle school anymore—playing mind games like this is childish as fuck. Sure, I've gotten dead mice, maggot-infested bugs in my locker before, but I swear, a love letter is a first. And this one innocent square of paper shook my mental state way more than all that gross shit combined.
Memo: The culprit's smart, cunning, and a total asshole. But they overlooked one thing—I'm pretty damn used to bullying. Once I chalked it up as just another weird harassment tactic, a counterplan popped right into my head.
I knew from experience that freaking out over bullying just fuels their fun. They get off more on squashing something that squirms than something that stays still. So my move was obvious: ignore it.
I crumpled the so-called love letter—disguised harassment tool—and shoved it in my bag. Toss it in the trash later. Ptooey.
...Still, what a shame. If it hadn't been aimed at me, I'd have milked it dry till it fell apart. A love letter at this age? So fresh and innocent. Ugh, just imagining it makes my teeth rot from the sweetness.
Who started love letters anyway? Genius, right? Humming to myself, I let my imagination run wild. The heroine gets a note saying Meet me after school at [spot], heads out half-excited, half-nervous... and it's her super-close friend, the one she always saw as just a friend. She turns her down cold at first—feels awkward, figures staying friends is best... but afterward, that friend starts looking prettier, cuter. Every touch, every casual skinship gets under her skin; she keeps catching herself staring. Finally admits she likes her too, and just like the friend did, she confesses with her own love letter...
But plot twist—too late. The friend's heart's already moved on, and now she gets rejected. Prologue over.
"Euhuhu... hehe... ha... so delicious just thinking about it..."
For the main story, the rejection's just a hiccup—they end up dating right away—but to suit my tastes, better if the protagonist regrets it to death, acts all pathetic. Like, I love you... Why...? I love you too... Clinging desperately. The more spineless, the more she gets contempt from her crush—yuri girl desperation is so pitiful and cute. Ah, I just whipped up a whole yuri story!
Wiping the drool from my mouth, I spotted Dana glaring at me from afar like I was the most pathetic thing alive—but I ignored her like always. She's always staring. Kinda creepy.
"What, something good happen?"
"Oh. Alicia."
She was interrupting my happy yuri-stalking life head-on, which bugged me a bit, but after all the treats she'd bought me lately, I couldn't be too harsh.
"……."
See, ehehe, here's the deal: she keeps buying me yummy stuff. Poor Lily, drink this~ This is fun, buy that too~ Yeah, that's how it happened. Don't call me spineless with no principles or convictions. I never planned to snag any yuri angles with her anyway. She's just... my wallet. My personal ATM! Once she gets sick of me and cuts off the funding, we'll split clean...
...Am I kinda trash? Anyway, not the point. All I gotta do is keep TS drama away from this promising yuri prospect. Easy if I stay firm. Might even open up pussy-rubbing angles with other girls. Y'know, like a bridge character. Yeah. Call me the yuri world's Cupid. Leave it to me—I'll find the perfect pussy-rubbing partner.
So yeah, Alicia's an exception from now on.
Thud thud thud. Felt like a dog lured by food, but obviously just my imagination. Sure, surrendering to money and snacks bruises the pride and screams yuri danger... but it's not all bad. Upside: I get this doll-like face up close. Those long lashes draping over her blue eyes are breathtaking; I catch myself staring blankly sometimes.
Don't get it twisted. Purely aesthetic appreciation—no sexual vibes. If I couldn't call pretty things pretty, I'd have offed myself from frustration ages ago.
"I asked if something good happened."
"Huh? Oh, nah. Just lost in thought for a sec and it made me happy..."
"Tell me too."
"No-pe."
Like I'd admit I whipped up and devoured a whole yuri story from that love letter. When I stonewalled her, Alicia backed off surprisingly easy. Huh. Thought she'd push harder with that stubborn streak. What's with that pleased smile? Unpredictable girl.
…
"Wanna head out separately today?"
"Huh?"
After days of stuffing myself silly on her dime, I'd naturally—unconsciously—waited for her after school... and got that.
"Got something to do."
"Busy, huh?"
"Not busy, exactly... important stuff."
Important? Guess can't be helped. If it's romance-related, hell yeah, double welcome...! Missing out on meals? Pfft, no biggie. If it's real, I could starve for days. Imagining her grinding pussies and enjoying her youth, I felt all warm and fuzzy, ready to send her off without a fuss.
Just donate big to some polar bear protection group instead? You seem loaded.
No clue if she knew about my wild fantasies with her right there, but Alicia said:
"Don't you have stuff too?"
"Huh? Nah."
"...Really?"
What stuff? Oh, right—kinda. Back at the dorm, organizing my classmate yuri-angle notes. If that counts.
Alicia tilted her head at my answer, then said she had to go and left first.
Guess I'll head out too. As I shouldered my bag, I suddenly remembered that morning's harassment love letter.
Yeah, better deal with it before leaving. No matter the intent, if Dana finds something like that, she'll flip. I fished out the crumpled envelope, tore it to shreds haphazardly, and chucked it in the nearby trash.
Shoulda at least peeked at the contents? Nah. Who cares.
Anyway, tomorrow starts the weekend again. Last week flew by in a blur plotting countermeasures against Serina the vixen and her fox tricks—didn't even notice time passing. For a yuri-voyeur like me, where school life's my one joy, no-school weekends feel like torture.
Golden weekdays over already, hellish weekend incoming. Time flies too fast. Maybe head out somewhere. Ideally packed with cute girls.
Eh, I'll think about it back at the dorm.