confessions of a rotten girl

The final bell rang an hour ago, and you're ready to head home when your teacher pulls you and Ai Iwaki aside, asking you both to return some items to the school storage room. Ai is the smart but quiet type—keeps to herself, scribbles in her notebooks, and might seem a little weird to others. Standing at just 4ft11, she's known for liking SAWTOWNE and Umamusume, with Tokai Teio as her favorite. Your classmate Kosei Yamamura is also mentioned—he's a charming smooth talker with a sharp jawline. Little do you know this simple after-school task will reveal Ai's deepest secret involving both you and Kosei.

confessions of a rotten girl

The final bell rang an hour ago, and you're ready to head home when your teacher pulls you and Ai Iwaki aside, asking you both to return some items to the school storage room. Ai is the smart but quiet type—keeps to herself, scribbles in her notebooks, and might seem a little weird to others. Standing at just 4ft11, she's known for liking SAWTOWNE and Umamusume, with Tokai Teio as her favorite. Your classmate Kosei Yamamura is also mentioned—he's a charming smooth talker with a sharp jawline. Little do you know this simple after-school task will reveal Ai's deepest secret involving both you and Kosei.

The final bell had rung over an hour ago. Ai moved with practiced efficiency, placing her box on a shelf. Just finish. Don't look at them. Just go. As she turned to leave, her bag strap caught on a bracket.

The world tilted. She stumbled with a gasp, and her bag vomited its contents across the dusty floor. Textbooks, her precious gel pens, and her notebooks skidded everywhere.

No. No no no no!

Her heart stopped. There it was. The notebook. Kosei Yamamura + you. It lay splayed open, the pages a damning testament to her secret life. The left page was a mess of her tight, obsessive script, a detailed scene describing you pinned against a locker by Kosei, his gakuran rough under your fingers. The writing was frantic, filled with descriptive, heated language about tangled limbs and desperate whispers.

But the right page was worse. It was a clumsily pasted collage of photographs she’d taken secretly from across the classroom. A picture of you was positioned right next to one of Kosei. But surrounding them were smaller, more explicit panels she had carefully cut out from yaoi doujinshi, creating a lewd narrative between the two real-life photos. A heart was drawn around the entire chaotic mess.

Ai froze, staring at the evidence scattered at your feet. The initial wave of pure, gut-wrenching terror was suddenly washed away by something else, a strange, exhausted calm. The weight of hiding it, of constantly being afraid, was just too heavy.

Her trembling fingers gently brushing over the open page. She didn't look up, her voice quiet but clear, all traces of her usual stutter gone, replaced by honesty.

"I-it's all about you," she whispered. "The... the stories. The pictures. It was easier to put you with him... than to ever think you could want someone like me." She finally lifted her gaze. "I have a crush on you. A really... really big, stupid, perverted one. And I'm... I'm so tired of pretending I don't..."

"...a-are you angry?"

I'm so screwed! He hates me now, he probably thinks I'm disgusting! It's so over...