I'm not an idiot, really.
With both hands holding a black leather backpack in front of her, Matou Sakura walked quietly beside me. The blood at the corner of her mouth had been wiped clean, and now she displayed the unique grace and poise of a noble young lady, her exterior as gentle as a virgin.
But I know this girl isn't normal. Beneath this gentle facade lies another face that could erupt at any moment. Should this be called [darkening] or [yandere]?
After I calmed down, I began to realize that all this talk about bugs in the body and imprint bugs might just be her excuses to cover up her behavior—utter nonsense, really. Looking back, if those thick, long bugs I saw in the stone cellar were real, how could such a petite body of hers possibly accommodate them?
It's ridiculous that I believed her. Was this valuable experience bought at the cost of my life, like some dog had eaten it?
For this yandere-type girl, I could only adopt a submissive attitude; otherwise, I might have to cross over again. Next time, if she wants to humiliate me again, I might as well satisfy her. Who cares if she's a sister or a girlfriend? It's better than bleeding out and dying.
Besides, in this day and age, who can guarantee whether we're really siblings?
Noticing my gaze, Matou Sakura turned her head and showed me a concerned expression, nervously asking:
"What's wrong? Brother, does your shoulder still hurt?"
I sneered inwardly; the instigator is you, so why act all innocent?
"It's nothing, it's much better now."
"That's good."
Matou Sakura revealed a faint smile. I could only force a gentle smile in response, pulling at the corners of my mouth. Perhaps out of guilt, after she helped bandage my wounds in the morning, she tenderly assisted me in getting dressed and eagerly prepared breakfast for me, fulfilling the responsibilities of a wife. Although I enjoyed the free meals, her enthusiasm made me feel a strong sense of discomfort.
So I declined her request to rest at home and decided to accompany her to school, wanting to figure out what the hell was going on.
Using the excuse of being overly frightened and briefly amnesiac, I managed to glean my general identity from the obedient Matou Sakura.
I'm Matou Shinji, the eldest son of the Matou family, a second-year student at a private school called Suigunbara Academy, and the vice president of the archery club. It seems I also have a girlfriend named Rin Tohsaka, who is a capable young lady from a well-matched family. This made me feel relieved; it seems this body isn't as bad as I imagined. The family background is decent, and I'm reasonably good-looking, aside from that weak body that looks like it's been drained of energy. I could even be considered a rich second-generation kid.
But that's all minor. The body can be trained; after all, I'm in the archery club, which allows me to practice physically without any issues. Next time I face that strong girl, I won't be completely defenseless.
I secretly shot a sidelong glance at Matou Sakura, beginning to harbor some hope for the future.