Oneshot: Yarisaka-kun Victims Association

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Translator: Soafp

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Three months have passed since transferring to a new school.

Located in a rural city in a certain prefecture, it’s just an ordinary public high school.

I had to transfer from a high school in Tokyo due to my father’s job transfer, as I have a younger brother. Of course, I didn’t want to leave my friends, and I initially opposed it.

I asked my parents to let me stay in Tokyo and attend high school alone.

But now, I think it was good to transfer.

Once I got away from the city, I realized that there are surprisingly good things in this new place.

The streets don’t feel cramped.

And the air is cleaner compared to Tokyo.

A little away from the city center, there are serene scenes surrounded by rich nature, and I no longer feel like going back to the life of being packed in a crowded train every morning.

―――But that’s not all.

This might be the main point, but since transferring to this school, I have a big reason to want to go to school.

That reason is, above all else…

The girls in the same class are very beautiful.

Just having that makes me look forward to going to school every day.

…It’s embarrassing to say, so I can’t tell anyone in my family.

Before coming to this city, I had the impression that there were many sophisticated girls in the city, and there were many beautiful girls. However, I learned for the first time how wonderful it is to have naturally beautiful girls who don’t hide behind heavy makeup but make the most of their natural beauty.

Among them, especially beautiful are Renka Kijo-san, Muse Seira-san, and Miku Sakurazaki-san.

Kijo-san seems like a well-bred local girl, and at first glance, she gives off an impression of being proud and aloof, but she always works hard for the class as the class representative, and when I didn’t know anything as a new transfer student, she kindly showed me around the school alone.

Muse-san is a cool person with glossy long black hair. She always reads books during breaks and has a mysterious aura that keeps others at bay. She has a strong core, or rather, her self-assuredness is attractive.

Sakurazaki-san has a bright personality and is like the mood maker of the class. She’s good at sports, has a straightforward personality, and although she doesn’t seem to be aware of it herself, she has well-proportioned features and is well-endowed.

With such talented individuals gathered, it’s natural to have about three girls in the class who are to my liking.

And… in our class, there is even an absolutely beautiful girl, Mashiro Shirohana.

With so many beautiful girls gathered in this class, it’s almost like a dream, and I have to desperately keep myself in check to avoid getting carried away.

Although it’s such a class, the boys are all normal, laughing and joking around, making every day enjoyable.

Everyone actively talks to me to help me fit in the class, and although it’s embarrassing to say, I’m really grateful inside.

I think sometimes they should focus more on the reality in front of them since there are so many beautiful girls here, rather than talking about slightly naughty videos or discussions about 2D beauties, but their conversations, typical of boys their age, somehow feel comfortable.

Those really were fun days.

That alone was good.

But one day, I couldn’t help but voice a simple question…

―――Without knowing that it was something I should never touch upon.

“Hey everyone, aren’t you interested in the girls in our class?”

Love talk.

I had a slight curiosity about which girls everyone was interested in, but I just wanted to lighten the mood.

There really wasn’t any deeper meaning behind it.

But when everyone heard my words, they all fell silent at once.

Did I say something wrong…?

Seeing my perplexed expression, eventually, Akeyama, the most outgoing one, muttered in a genuinely low tone as if apologizing for the awkward atmosphere.

“Hey, you do know about the Yarisaka-kun Victims Association, right?”

I don’t know.

But I know who Yarisaka is.

He sits in the second seat from the back, the so-called protagonist seat, with his well-groomed appearance and all-around athleticism, seemingly keeping to himself among the boys’ group.

I thought of him as a waste of good looks.

Just a regular nice guy, that’s what I thought.

And yet…

“Most of the cute girls in our class are being “eaten up” by Yarisaka-kun.”

Hey, that’s a lie…

Is this what it feels like when your mind goes blank?

Everyone…

Does that mean that even dignified Kijo-san, cool Muse-san, and innocent Sakurazaki-san…

As I struggled to hide my confusion, everyone nodded quietly.

“I’ve been thinking of telling you about it someday, Makoto. ―――The class’s secret.”

Saying that, Akeyama showed me the screen of his smartphone.

There was our high school’s website on it.

It was a site I had visited a few times before, as I had researched it before transferring.

However, Akeyama entered “/YRSK” after the URL.

…And there, a strange website with a black background that I had never seen before was displayed.

The title of that webpage was…

“The Yarisaka-kun Victims Association!”

If he had made the site himself, then calling it “kun” after his name is a pretty cringe-worthy sense of humor… But I didn’t care about that anymore.

With my heart pounding fiercely, I desperately scrolled through the screen.

And there…

Several videos were lined up.

[Kijo’s Ride on Top!]

[Muse’s Sobbing!]

[Sakurazaki’s Wild Blooming!]

Just seeing the titles made me feel nauseous.

Without knowing what to do, when I returned home, I’ve been watching the videos on that site in my room since after school.

As expected from their titles, the contents were not something that could be described in words…

The girls I had thought were kind of nice.

The fact that they had all become Yarisaka’s captives and experienced such things completely shattered my brain.

Damn it, damn it…

On that day, I, who was excited to be in the same class as the beautiful girls, disappeared.

All that remained was my cold heart, which had lost interest in the girls in my class.

If pushing doesn’t work, try pulling back, isn’t necessarily wrong, after all.

After various events, a few more months passed, and I became able to talk to Kijo-san, Muse-san, and even Sakurazaki-san normally. I learned that each of them has their own strengths and found them attractive once again.

However, no matter what, I just can’t bring myself to believe in them from the bottom of my heart.

Even if the diligent Kijo-san tells me that I’m the first person she’s ever liked.

Even if the expressionless and cool Muse-san shows me that smile.

Even if I find out that the popular Sakurazaki-san in the class is actually lonely.

I can’t love or trust them.

In the end, is it true that looks are everything in this world?

Because that’s how it seems, right?

Even if you don’t like someone, if they’re good-looking, you’ll easily give in to their advances.

Yarisaka was eventually expelled after it became clear that he had caused various problems, including the incident with those videos.

―――Don’t just disappear on your own.

Even if the videos disappear, maybe someone out there is still keeping copies of them.

Even if the villain exits the stage, the past doesn’t disappear.

Sometimes, I think about it.

If I hadn’t known about the past, would I have been able to fall in love with them?

In the future, even if I marry someone, that person will surely have already had experiences with several past lovers.

In that case, wouldn’t one more person like Yarisaka not matter?

But no matter what, deep down in my heart, I just can’t accept it.

If I keep seeing those kinds of videos over and over again, I just can’t see them as romantic prospects anymore.

Even if those girls who laid everything bare to a scumbag like Yarisaka had charming and cute sides, I can’t believe that’s their true essence.

Women are all actresses, hopelessly ugly creatures.

That’s why I mutter again today.

“I hate women.”

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[Renka PoV]

I was born as the daughter of a somewhat famous landowner in my hometown.

My parents were always kind and very education-oriented, and I grew up without any inconveniences from a young age.

I could get anything I wanted if I asked for it.

…But even as a child, I knew that wasn’t normal.

I had an important friend.

We met when we were in kindergarten, and she was diligent and cheerful, making playing with her very enjoyable.

However, one day, she started to get bullied.

The reason was that her clothes were a bit worn out.

Her clothes weren’t brand new, indeed, but they were properly washed, and I actually admired her for taking care of her belongings.

So, as her close friend, I stood up for her.

“I mean, we’re friends, so we help each other out, right?”

Seeing me arguing with the bullies, she looked troubled, so I wanted to reassure her that everything was okay, but looking back on it now, maybe I was trying to act too cool.

While reflecting on that, a few days after that incident, her parents came to our house to express their gratitude.

My parents were puzzled by their sudden visit, but seeing my humble parents listen to their circumstances and modestly respond, I felt a little proud.

But…

After she and her parents left, she said this to me.

“Renka, you have to be more careful when choosing your friends because you have a future ahead.”

At first, I didn’t understand what my parents were talking about, but gradually, my vision blurred, and I still remember that moment vividly.

In the end, although the bullying against her subsided for a while, it was only a matter of time before it resumed.

But I no longer stood up for her.

I just watched her from afar, pretending not to notice her troubled expression.

I just watched as she gradually lost her expression and the brightness she once had.

…I’ve been regretting it ever since.

I prioritized my parents’ orders and ended up throwing away something important.

I’m the same as those kids who bullied her.

No, I might be even worse.

Because I helped her once and then abandoned her.

So, I have no right to talk to her anymore.

Even though I’ve become completely distant from her now, I recently learned that she’s caught the attention of that Yarisaka.

I felt like I had to protect her this time.

So, I offered myself to Yarisaka.

…On the condition that Yarisaka wouldn’t lay a hand on her.

Of course, my parents scolded me.

I had no luck.

I saw my father and mother break down in tears as they looked at the results of the test kit.

But even seeing my parents like that, I felt nothing.

Their disdainful looks towards others.

If those looks were going to be directed towards someone else, then I’d feel a little relieved if they were directed at me instead.

My parents, who cared about appearances, didn’t value what happened that day much, and although the surgery was successful, from that day on, I lost my place at home.

Since then, the painful days have continued.

But even if my heart and body are wounded, if I could save her, that would be enough.

That’s what I thought.

But…

“I’m sorry, Kijo-san, but I just can’t believe in you.”

Even someone like me fell in love.

It was my first love.

The first person who truly saw me for who I am.

I wanted to give him everything, to have a place in his heart.

But he knew about the time when I had a relationship with Yarisaka.

Yarisaka portrayed himself as a refreshing handsome guy in class, but he didn’t seem to have any friends, and I wonder where the information leaked from.

If the guy who transferred here knew about it, then maybe all the boys in the class…

“I’ll never get married now.”

I remember my mother’s words from that day.

I used to think I didn’t care about that.

But I didn’t realize that I just wanted to be loved by someone I loved.

“…No, NO, NO!!!”

After school, I was left alone in the schoolyard where he rejected my confession, and before I knew it, I was screaming and crying.

The rain suddenly started pouring down.

I ran home without caring about anything.

People walking around looked at me strangely.

But I didn’t care about those stares anymore.

I didn’t care about anything anymore.

I became soaked and fell down multiple times, and before I knew it, blood was seeping from both knees.

I stopped to catch my breath on the bridge.

Surely, like the muddy current of that river, both my heart and body were completely tainted.

Thinking that…

“…Ahh, ahhh…”

The tears streaming down my cheeks violently could be blamed on the rain.

Thinking that, uncontrollable emotions welled up one after another.

Once it started, I couldn’t stop it.