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

“Regardless of my brother, Kamidama Senior isn’t in any club or the student council, right?”

After a somewhat eventful lunch, Saturday afternoon began. Although there was a feeling that today’s goal had been accomplished for Aika, Kamidama, and myself, the holiday itself was just getting started.

At this point, I wasn’t heartless enough to tell Kamidama, “Go home if you don’t have anything else to do,” nor did I want to say, “Well then, I’ll be heading out.”

Anyway, I didn’t have any special plans, so it was fine to spend the time lazing around.

That said, it had been a year since I’d spent such a leisurely time with other people, and it felt a bit awkward.

How do you talk during times like this—rather, how do you converse with family?

It’s bad. When I start thinking about it, I really don’t know. What? I seriously don’t know.

Trying to recall the days when Dad and Mom were alive, my memories were hazy, and the more I tried, the worse I felt.

At that moment, when I was about to get depressed about how easily my body could get out of order, Aika suddenly said, “Speaking of which,” and asked Kamidama.

Incidentally, Kamidama was sitting right next to me.

To be more precise, Aika and Kamidama were sitting on either side of me on the sofa.

It was like being sandwiched on a crowded train during rush hour.

I felt like the other chairs were looking at us with sad eyes…

“Why is that? Kamidama Senior used to be so enthusiastic about student council activities.”

“Maybe because I was so enthusiastic back then. I was also doing club activities, and I burned out… not really, but I thought high school would be fine without it, so I declined.”

“Even so, you’re known for helping out in various clubs. Even I know you’re famous. People say Kamidama excels at everything.”

“That’s too much praise. Besides, I only help out as a stand-in, and everyone exaggerates.”

She scolded me, saying, “Don’t believe rumors too much.” But in this case, I had to say Kamidama was being too modest.

Sure, rumors can get blown out of proportion, and I don’t believe everything, but there was a certain reliability when it came to Kamidama.

If not, she wouldn’t be called “the most talented girl since the school’s founding.” Besides, I’ve seen her excel with my own eyes.

I remember last year’s sports festival where she was impressively active.

It’s not an exaggeration. It’s a fair assessment.

Her eccentricity is also top-notch. Maybe that’s where the balance of merits and demerits is struck.

If that’s the case, I wished she had been more restrained, considering the secondary disasters (which obviously involved me).

I’d appreciate it if she could keep things to herself.

“But speaking of clubs, I’m more surprised that Uraku-kun isn’t in any club.”

“That’s right. I also wondered about that. Why, brother?”

“Uh, well, it’s not for any particular reason…”

Rather, it was more accurate to say there was no reason at all.

If I had been in some club in middle school, I might have chosen to continue, but I was in the go-home club in middle school.

So, in a way, you could say I continued to choose the go-home club in high school—I mean, I don’t like sports that much.

If that’s the case, a cultural club would have been fine, but none of them really caught my interest.

“Besides, I didn’t quit because I wasn’t in a club. I was in one during my first year… for about three weeks.”

“Not even a month… As expected of my brother.”

“I knew you weren’t good with group activities, but you’ve become even worse at it…”

“Hey, stop criticizing me with that nostalgic tone! You two, stop showing weird teamwork…! Besides, it wasn’t entirely my fault!”

The club had its issues too—well, if you say it was my fault for choosing that club, you wouldn’t be wrong, and I can’t argue against it…

But to say it was entirely my fault is unreasonable.

Everything has reasons, and causes should be shared equally.

So, I’m not to blame…!

“So, what was the issue? Of course, it wasn’t because of your bias and pessimistic personality, right?”

“That’s scary. Your probing is too sharp! Well, first of all, the club president was crazy.”

“Crazy… are there really such people?”

“Surprisingly, there are. For example, someone who acts like ‘I’m normal,’ but is sitting right next to me like Kamidama.”

Although the direction is different, Kamidama and that club president were equally eccentric… I thought.

Perhaps, because of that club president, my threshold for craziness was raised, allowing me to interact somewhat normally with Kamidama.

Whether that was a good or bad thing is hard to say…

Emotionally speaking, it was definitely not a good thing, but without Kamidama, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get closer to Aika—it would have taken much longer, if at all. So, it’s hard to simply say it was a bad thing.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I can lightly say it was a good thing either.

“And the club itself was problematic. It was the Science Research Club.”

“Well, it does sound a bit serious for a high school club, but it doesn’t seem problematic?”

“No, it was seriously bad. You know in fiction where you mix liquids in a flask, and it explodes? That kind of thing happened for real. Mostly because of the club president.”

Well, mostly—everything was because of the club president.

At that time, the club members were just me and the president.

I vividly recall being terrified and running away.

Yeah, I was really scared. When I handed in my resignation, the club president chased me with a furious expression, and it traumatized me for a while.

I even had nightmares about it for a time, seriously wondering what to do.

“Haha, there, there. It must have been really scary…”

“Don’t pat my head like it’s normal. It felt kind of nice.”

“You like being patted, don’t you? Want me to give you a lap pillow too?”

“Of course not… hey, Aika, why are you patting me too?”

“M-my lap is also available…?”

“I said no…!”

I ended up shouting, “Don’t treat me like a child!” What was Aika doing, anyway?

She didn’t act like a sister at all. Well, she is a stepsister, but that’s not the point…

It’s more something an older sister would do. I never had an older sister, but that’s how it seems.

“By the way, if we’re talking about lap pillows, it was always Aika who got them. Always sleeping like a log—”

“Brother!!!”

“Okay, okay, I get it, I’m sorry! It hurts! Don’t pinch my calf, Aika!”

“Geez… It’s unfair. I want to give Uraku-kun a lap pillow too.”

“Stop being weirdly jealous!”

As the conversation became increasingly chaotic and out of control, I thought to myself.

Yeah, today is definitely an unlucky day…