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

The flaxen hair illuminated by the morning sun is something I’ve only recently gotten used to, but every time I see it, my heart still skips a beat. There’s nothing I can do about it now.

Beauty is beauty. It’s an unchanging fact no matter how I look at it, and regardless of how bizarre Kamidama Kagari is, this fact remains constant.

So, while I genuinely thought it was a feast for the eyes first thing in the morning, my now-calm mind kept returning to the same question. Why is Kamidama Kagari in this house? It’s a perfectly reasonable question.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a satisfactory answer. Even if I asked her, I didn’t think I’d get an answer that made sense. Could she have actually committed a break-in? Just as I thought this, Kamidama let out a deep, exaggerated sigh, as if she had read my mind.

“I didn’t break in. Besides, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. What do you think I am?”

“I think you’re a crazy woman…”

It’s baffling to think why she would believe I’d see her as a normal person. In fact, in my life, she undoubtedly ranks as the most insane person I’ve ever met.

Sure, my social skills are abysmally low, and my network of acquaintances isn’t exactly vast, so maybe I just lack experience and insight… but still.

No one, upon meeting a classmate for the first time, would immediately claim to be their previous life’s wife and then proceed to get close to them using that as a reason.

I mean, there shouldn’t be such a person in the world.

She’s a one-of-a-kind eccentric.

If another Kamidama-like person appeared, I’d probably collapse from my brain overheating.

“Well, whatever… It’s not fine, but there’s no use complaining. I’ll overlook it this time. It’s probably Aika’s doing anyway.”

“Wow, as expected of siblings. You understand each other so well.”

“Being siblings has nothing to do with it. We’ve just known each other for a long time.”

Aimoto Aika—she only became my sister a year ago, but before that, she was a relatively close cousin.

So, if you give me the outcome, I can backtrack to figure out how it happened.

Especially since Aika’s thought process is pretty straightforward—Aika doesn’t like having debts. She always tries to settle things quickly, and I know she’s done that before.

Despite her demure demeanor, Aika is actually quite proactive.

I guess she invited Kamidama to the house as a thank you for teaching her to cook… In other words, she sold me out.

Aika knows how distorted Kamidama’s sense of personal space is regarding me.

I’ll complain to her later… I silently vowed.

“Haha… But please don’t be angry with Aika. After all, I’m the one who took up the offer.”

“I’m not planning to be angry. I was just going to tease her a bit.”

“That’s still a little troubling… But look, I’ll give you a hug, so cheer up?”

“It sounds like you’re saying that as a substitute, but isn’t that just something you want to do? Hey, are you listening? Kamidama?”

Ignoring my protests, Kamidama hugged me tightly.

Her slender arms wrapped around me with surprising strength, pulling me close.

Naturally, being freshly awake, I was still in my pajamas, while Kamidama was in her uniform.

I worried about lint and such getting on her, but the happy way she rubbed her cheek against mine made me so uncomfortable that I couldn’t help but accept it.

Not that I was upset or anything.

I’ve reached the point of resignation with Kamidama.

“Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you just after waking up. You’re so warm and comfortable… I don’t want to let go.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You sound like someone who’s completely out of it…”

“Hehe, I’m addicted to you.”

“You’ve become addicted to me without my knowledge…”

Kamidama was like the personification of freedom.

But, well, that’s just how it is…

Looking back, all my memories of Kamidama are of being whimsically dragged around by her.

Yet, there’s no bitterness in these memories. Maybe this is what people call charisma.

Or perhaps I’ve simply been won over.

But there’s nothing I can do about that.

After all, I don’t dislike her.

Given our relationship, it’s inevitable that I’d let my guard down.

“But if you keep acting so freely, I’ll be exhausted…”

“…?”

“Never mind. Just let go already. It’s hot, and I can’t move.”

“Haha, it’s obvious you’re just embarrassed.”

“You’re too loud! If you understand, then let go…!”

Despite her looseness, Kamidama was undeniably a beautiful girl.

Even if I got used to her behavior, I never got used to the actions themselves.

As my heart raced from the morning excitement, I thought to myself that being with her might shorten my lifespan.