I'm Kiyoshi Jisei, 15 years old, Grade 9.
I currently study at Blue Sky National High School.
We just moved here from the province a while ago. I used to live with my grandparents, and honestly… city life is a lot. Everything is louder, faster, and people here feel harder to read.
First day of class went… fine, I guess.
I introduced myself like normal. The teacher asked a few questions about my hair—nothing serious. I already prepared an answer for that, so I got through it without trouble.
But then there was that girl.
She suddenly caused a scene right after I introduced myself. Weird energy, loud reaction… I thought it was funny, actually. The class moved on like it didn't happen, but I noticed she kept stealing glances at me after that.
The teacher eventually told me to sit beside her.
Great.
Just what I needed.
The classroom itself is… normal on the surface. Clean facilities, new desks, proper lighting. Way better than the province schools I'm used to. But something about it still feels off.
And then there's her.
She's been looking at me for almost an hour now.
"…What is she doing?"
At some point, I finally spoke to her.
"Hey."
She panicked immediately.
We talked, briefly. She asked if I remembered her.
I don't.
Not clearly, at least.
Ever since I fought that thing a year ago and hit my head, my memory hasn't been the same. Some things feel like they're missing… or blocked.
When I told her I didn't remember, she looked sad.
That part bothered me more than I expected.
After class, I didn't go straight home.
Something felt wrong.
I walked around the campus instead, just checking things out.
That's when I saw the flyers.
Missing person notices everywhere.
Too many.
The school started feeling even stranger after that.
Later, I snuck into the teacher's office to check something small… just a suspicion.
The numbers didn't match.
There are supposed to be 35 students in our class.
But I clearly remember 36.
At first I thought I made a mistake.
But then I remembered the smell in the classroom.
Egg-like.
Sulfur.
Yeah… that's not normal.
The next day, I started investigating properly.
There was a girl in class who stood out to me. Something about her didn't add up. She came to school, acted like a student… but when I checked around, no one really knew her.
They knew her name.
But not when she transferred in.
Not how she appeared.
Like she just… existed there one day.
Then I found something under her desk.
A trace of sulfur.
That confirmed my suspicion.
While I was digging deeper, I noticed Kazumi again.
She's been following me.
Badly.
Honestly, she's terrible at hiding it.
Every time I turn my head, she's already ducking behind something. It's almost embarrassing to watch.
I decided to take a shortcut through a window just to lose her.
Annoying… but effective.
By afternoon, I had enough evidence.
Enough to say it without doubt.
That girl wasn't human.
I planned to confront her in the classroom later.
When I did, she tried to deny everything. Excuses, panic, confusion—it didn't matter. I'd already seen the signs.
I made the decision.
I should end it quickly.
If I let it transform fully, it would only get worse.
But before I could move—
Kazumi jumped on me.
Pain shot through my side. I think I heard something crack. Ribs, maybe.
She's heavier than she looks.
And because of that distraction… the demon got away.
Great.
After everything, we still managed to take it down later, but it took longer than it should've.
I was exhausted.
Honestly, I thought I was going to die back there, thanks God we're still alive.
If Kazumi hadn't gotten involved… maybe I would've handled it faster.
But I can't really say I regret it.
That's the frustrating part.
I told Kazumi afterward to forget everything. Civilians shouldn't be involved in this kind of thing.
She looked scared… but she listened.
At least I thought she did.
Because the next day…
She was following me again.
Worse this time.
Even less subtle.
We talked again. She just wanted answers about what happened.
I should've pushed her away.
Instead… I didn't.
She looked tired. Like she hadn't slept properly.
Normally, I don't care enough to notice things like that.
And the strangest thing is that…
Talking to her feels easy.
Too easy.
Ever since i got my trauma, I can't really look girls in the eyes when I talk to them. But with her… it's different. It doesn't feel forced.
That should bother me more than it does.
After school, i even got he to buy me drinks.
Hehehe...
At night, I was cooking dinner when it hit me.
For some strange reason i felt like i was insulted.
Weird...
!!!
Oh shit!!! I forgot to push down the switch of the rice cooker.
…damn it!