My Seatmate is Apparently My Wife from My Past Life; She Still Loves Me in This Life as Well

40: A Certain Day's Revenge Match - 01



“Hey, Miss, are you free right now?”

The moment those words reached my ears and I recognized whose voice it was, I realized, “Ah, this must be a dream.”

A nostalgic figure, a familiar voice.

Beloved expressions, cherished gestures.

All of it, a page from my youth.

No matter how much it fades, I won’t forget—can’t forget, this fragment of my life, my piece of treasure.

“You should already know without asking. You’re showing up at club activities like this, so you must be bored.”

“No, Miss, you were saying just yesterday, ‘I’m not free!'”

“Oh, that was because I was doing homework! After that, I spent time with you properly, didn’t I?”

“You’re making it sound like I was just looking for attention!”

“Isn’t that the case?”

“Hehe.”

Well, it’s not entirely wrong, but I can’t help but smile at his deliberate laughter.

In truth, I was the one who always sought his attention.

For my sake—but no, everything he did was for my sake, without me ever realizing.

Kind yet cunning.

I loved those aspects of him too.

“So… what about today? Sorry, I can’t accompany you on an after-school stroll.”

“I know, I know. If we went on an after-school date, Miss, you’d get too excited, and I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“A da-date!?”

“Ah, that’s where you react… why are you blushing now, all of a sudden?”

“There’s a big difference between saying it and not saying it!”

It’s embarrassing…! I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Even though I’m used to dates now, if he mentions it again, I still get a little embarrassed.

Or maybe it’s because I’m being pulled into memories.

To dream of memories that are about myself but not about myself may be akin to reliving them.

“Hey, don’t get too excited. Your face is all red.”

“Whose fault is that, whose…!”

“Don’t blame everything on me. Maybe your tolerance is just too low.”

“You’re saying that it’s the victim’s fault too!”

“Did I say something shady…!?”

“Oh, I get it now. Sorry, sorry.” He laughs and ruffles my hair, messing up the effort I put into styling it. But still, joy overcomes annoyance, and I fall silent with a shy smile.

“Well, what is it? If you’re free, would you keep me company? I found this in the warehouse yesterday.”

“This… a chessboard?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit old, but the pieces are all there. Thought we could give it a try.”

“So, Senior doesn’t play much… is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I skimmed through a guidebook once, but I’ve never really… played?”

But doing this would be pretty cool… that’s why I want to try it.

Even though he’s a year older, he’s still somewhat childish, like he can’t shake off his middle school syndrome.

I thought that was nostalgic, I loved it, and it hasn’t changed.

“Hehe… alright, I’ll play with you. But don’t cry if you lose, okay?”

“You’re pretty confident… huh? Are you experienced?”

“Well, um, I’ve dabbled a bit. I used to play with my grandfather a lot.”

“Oh, sounds like a rich kid’s story…”

“Rich kid element, now? Did that come up…!?”

I don’t think that’s relevant! I argue, but he casually pacifies me with a “well, well.”

I’m also easily tamed, so I think, oh, how simple-minded I was, having such an adult reaction.

Well, even now, I’d probably still be tamed.

Because whenever I’m with him, everything about you becomes irresistibly dear to me, and before I know it, all of you have become my weak spot.

I’m filled with a sense of being troubled yet happy.

“But in a way, that’s good, right? They say it’s better to get used to things like this than to learn. If I get to play with an experienced person, I think I can enjoy various things.”

“Oh, are you sure about that? You seem very confident. I know, but I’m not good at going easy on people.”

“How about this… could you go a little easy on me? Hey… I’m a beginner.”

“Hehe, no way.”

“Shall we then?” Sitting face to face across the table, he in black, and me in white.

“Aww…” He looks like he wants to complain, but I smile confidently, certain of victory.

The bell rings to start the match.

And by the way, I added a rule that the loser would have to do a penalty, just for fun.

“…? …?”

“…”

And then, ten minutes later.

If you just look at the results, I was about to suffer a terribly crushing defeat.

T-this has happened before… I thought from a distance.

“Hey… Senior, could you stand up for a moment?”

“Huh? Sure, what’s up?”

“And please sit over here.”

“…Oh? And I’ll sit here. Alright, let’s resume the game!”

“Hey, you’re switching places just because you think you’re losing. Isn’t that cheating!?”

“I-it’s okay. It’s just that I want to win!”

“You’re too obsessed with winning…”

Well, okay… and he sits down, and the game resumes.

Ten minutes later…

“Check.”

“Um, Senior, I have a request…”

“Nope, lose properly. Hey, Miss, you’re good at chess, aren’t you…?”

“Aww! Senior’s bullying me!”

“Hey, that’s not fair play! That’s an underhanded tactic!”

Um, excuse me? Isn’t that too sneaky? I thought with a wry smile.

“…ro.”

Just as I thought that, my consciousness felt lighter.

I understood well that the reliving of memories in dreams was coming to an end.

“Wake up!”

I hear a voice. Beloved, a voice I want to keep hearing forever.

“Kamidama. Hey, wake up. It’s been an hour already. I told you to wake up, so wake up properly.”

I wake up as if jumping at that voice.

My wide-open eyes reflect him, looking slightly surprised, and I unconsciously embrace him tightly.

“Hey, whoa, you’re strong. You’re full of energy from the moment you wake up…”

“Hehe… hey, Uraku, want to play chess with me?”

“Huh? Why chess all of a sudden… it’s fine, though.”

“Oh, really? You’re agreeing quite easily.”

“What do you think of me, anyway? Well, from the time I first came to this club room, there’s been a chessboard.”

I’ve never done it, but he’ll teach me, right?

I laugh at him saying that.

I see, I see.

This could turn into a serious revenge match.


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