The Happiness That The Shinigami Gave Me - V3 Chapter 7

Volume 3 Chapter 7

“Yuuma.”

After school. I was studying at the library when Suzuno suddenly called for me in a low voice. She beckoned me to come closer to her.

“…What’s wrong?”

It had been a week since I last talked to her.

The winter was already at its coldest during the time I kept running away from her.

Facing her after all that time passed felt awkward.

But, seeing her overcame that awkwardness with ease made me feel happy.

“Here.”

Outside the library. She held out a small package to me.

It was a small plastic bag, tied neatly with a red ribbon.

There were chocolates inside.

“Your Valentine present.”

Suzuno let out a modest smile. “I made them myself, so please excuse the messy shape,” she added.

“…Thank you.”

Accepting the small package with both hands, I could feel warmth fill my heart.

“I’ll savor every bite of it.”

“Just eat it normally!”

She said that and laughed. “Sorry for interrupting you.” After saying that, she turned around and left.

Suzuno knew that I was avoiding her. Yet, she still went out of her way to make me chocolates.

But, even knowing that.

I could only stand there paralyzed, unable to follow her leaving back.

Suzuno, I…

I’m afraid to stay by your side.

Because the shinigami’s scythe will find its way to my neck if I were to stay with you.

That was my excuse.

If our deaths were tied to our relationship, then as long as we kept our distance, neither of us would die.

Thinking back, it was only recently that I became fearful of dying for her. A while back, I had treated it as the sole reason for my existence.

What has changed since then? Now, just the thought of staying by her side made me freeze on the spot.

I stared at the small package of chocolates in my hand. Listlessly, I rotated it around.

It must have been tough for her to make something that looked this good. Despite what she said, the shape of the chocolates looked pretty. Even the wrapping looked neat. As expected of the meticulous Suzuno.

When I thought of how much effort that she poured into making these chocolates, the dirty feelings that had been contaminating my heart were drowned by a sense of warmth.

I love her.

That feeling hasn’t changed.

And yet…

Why did I become so afraid to die for her? 

TL: Iyo

ED: samheart564

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