Oneshot: I Can't Take Any More of My Childhood Friend Bullying Me.

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Translator: Soafp

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I, Kaito Fujimiya, have a perfect childhood friend, Koharu Kinohara.

She is described as being perfect in every way—academically excellent, talented in both arts and sports, possessing a great personality, and holding the position of the current student council president, making her an idol-like figure in school.

It’s said that she consistently ranks first in national mock exams.

Participated in the national championships in short-distance running during middle school.

She received confessions from nearly fifty boys within a month of starting school.

Surely, there might be some exaggeration, but overall, Koharu seems to be an almost flawless individual.

Except for me.

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“Hey, wake up, you pig.”

I wake up feeling pain in my abdomen from being kicked. My day always starts with these words. Today’s awakening is no different—just terrible.

“I’ve told you before, can you stop kicking me to wake me up, Koharu?”

“Haa? I’m bothering to come and wake you up, and you have complaints?”

I don’t remember asking her to. I think if I say anything, it’ll only make Koharu angrier, so I swallow the words I was about to say.

“I’ll be waiting downstairs, so hurry up, pig.”

With one final strong kick, she leaves my room.

As evident from that exchange, Koharu Kinohara isn’t the saintly figure everyone else sees. Basically, she’s only pretending to be nice in front of people other than me.

Towards me, she treats me like a slave, taking out her built-up frustration.

“Hurry up!!”

I can hear the anger in her voice from downstairs.

If I upset her more, it’ll become troublesome again. I should hurry and head to the living room.

Downstairs, I’m greeted by an extremely displeased Koharu standing like a guardian statue and burnt toast.

“Eat quickly; we’re going to school.”

“This toast… Do you expect me to eat this charcoal?”

“You’re refusing the meal I prepared for you!?”

“…Fine. I’ll eat it.”

I had burnt toast this morning, yesterday’s breakfast was clearly undercooked rice, and the morning before was a soup of an indistinguishable, muddy color. Every day, I’m greeted with breakfast that feels more like harassment. No, it probably is.

Lunch and dinner are somewhat better because Koharu doesn’t prepare those; I can eat proper meals then.

I wonder if continuing to eat like this will eventually ruin my health…

Ignoring the intense bitterness in my mouth, I head to school with Koharu.

At school, Koharu receives looks of respect, admiration, and affection, while I receive disdain, disgust, and hatred.

“Why is that guy even next to Koharu-san?”

I hear voices saying.

If I could yield, I’d gladly step aside. But I know that wish will never come true.

The reason for this extreme hate towards me is quite simple: Koharu spreads false rumors about me. Rumors like stealing underwear or trying to assault her in her sleep. Thanks to these rumors, my school life has been utterly disrupted.

Of course, I defended myself, stating that none of those things were true. But between an ordinary, unremarkable me and Koharu, who reigns at the top of the school hierarchy, it’s obvious whose words will be believed.

Koharu heads toward the voice that says, “Onee-sama, onee-sama.” She looks like a princess from another country as she chats happily. However, what was actually being said was still badmouthing me.

“Hey, Fujimiya, come over here.”

With a resigned expression, I watch as several well-built guys, probably Koharu’s followers, approach me. They probably have some unpleasant thoughts about how to torment me. It was easy to imagine.

“Gohoo…That’s enough, damn it. You’ve gone too far.”

I grumble, but the target has already left, and my words won’t reach anyone.

I stopped counting after thirty hits. My abdomen, now swollen and reddened, is sending waves of intense pain.

Even if I were to report this to the teachers, I doubt anyone would act. They’re aware I’m being bullied, but touching the matter would make it their responsibility, so they turn a blind eye.

Both students and teachers—this school is rotten.

“Pitiful.”

As I try to stand, holding my aching stomach, Koharu stands in my way.

“Why are you so miserable? My reputation goes down being next to you. Your pig-like appearance—can’t you do something about it?”

I can’t take this anymore. I should sever ties with her. I can’t endure this any longer.

While I hear the continuous stream of verbal abuse, I pondered such thoughts with an oddly chilled mind.

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It was during the homeroom a week after Kaito Fujimiya had made the decision to cut ties with Koharu Kinohara.

The class teacher stood at the lectern holding a piece of paper and an IC recorder.

“I know this is sudden but Kaito Fujimiya has transferred to another school.”

The sudden news left the entire class initially stunned, but within seconds, the room was filled with an atmosphere of jubilation. Understandably so, given that Kaito Fujimiya had been perceived as a ‘scumbag committing sexual crimes against the school’s idol.’

Amidst the celebratory mood, there was one person visibly shaken: Koharu Kinohara.

The teacher continued

“Also, I have a letter from Fujimiya that he requested to be read during homeroom.”

“Everyone, I’m sure you’re surprised by my sudden transfer. No, perhaps you’re pleased. You probably think that a criminal like me ran away by transferring schools. I have a gift for all of you.”

After reading up to that point, the teacher played the IC recorder, and Koharu’s voice echoed throughout the classroom.

It compiled all the abusive words she had ever directed at Kaito, words that were far beyond what her followers could have ever imagined, leaving everyone bewildered.

Amidst the perplexed and questioning gazes, Koharu was in a state of utter confusion.

(W-W-why are you doing that, Kaito……. I went out of my way to play that character in order to get Kaito’s attention. I thought Kaito would rely on me if he became isolated, so I said bad things about him even though I didn’t want to say them. Kaito used to say he liked tsundere girls. …… Why why why why)

Koharu had believed she was wearing a mask for everyone except Kaito, but in reality, it was the opposite. She was being genuine with everyone except Kaito, creating a persona specifically for him.

As she realized the destructive impact of this misplaced expression of affection, Koharu could only hang her head in regret.

“Thank you for everything, Koharu. Stay strong.”

That was how the letter concluded.