Seeing Lily Liu’s expression—and recalling her last attempt—Lulu Lu had a pretty good guess: it had to do with Lily’s parents.

What she needed now was the specific reason. Critical intel.

Lulu stepped forward.

“Impossible? Why?”

Lily turned her head away, voice barely above a whisper:

“It’s about my parents… Lulu, please don’t ask.”

*So that’s it…*

Lulu’s lips pressed into a slight, tight line.

Lily looked downcast. Pushing further felt cruel—but this was too good a chance to waste.

To move forward in this loop, she *had* to know.

Lulu gripped Lily’s arm firmly.

“But I *want* to know why. I *need* to know. How can we solve anything if we don’t even know the problem? Lily. Tell me.”

Lily shook her head. “I know you mean well, Lulu… but this isn’t something you can fix. I’m sorry.”

“Aren’t we best friends? If you won’t share your struggles, how can I help you?” Lulu pressed, relentless.

“…” Lily stayed silent.

Heart pounding, Lulu steeled herself and threatened:

“Tell me. Or… I won’t like you anymore. We won’t be friends after this.”

“If you don’t tell me—I *won’t* talk to you again. I mean it!”

The words tasted like ash. A sharp ache tightened her chest. Saying “I don’t like you” to Lily felt like self-inflicted torture. Only sheer obsession carried her through.

And just like that—10% of her role-play points vanished.

*Right. A true yandere would never say that. Never.*

Lily fell silent for a long moment, then sighed.

“Lulu… you’re as stubborn as ever.”

She glanced down at her bear-shaped watch, voice tinged with quiet sorrow.

“My life… was mapped out long ago.”

Her eyes were eerily calm, as if recounting a stranger’s story:

“My parents are traditional. They think school’s pointless for girls. Better to work factory jobs early, marry young—ease the family burden.”

She looked up at Lulu, forcing a faint, fragile smile.

“You wouldn’t get it. Your family’s wealthy. But me? We’re worlds apart. Like a star shining freely in the sky… and a blade of grass fighting just to survive, praying not to be trampled.”

“Maybe they’ll let me finish high school—but not college. Probably shove me into vocational track. You’ll keep studying. So yeah… your plan’s sweet. But naive.”

“Lulu…”

Eyes glistening with unshed tears, Lily whispered the same words from last time:

“We… have no future.”

*So this is why.*

On her third try, Lulu finally understood.

Family pressure. Parental expectations. That’s why her childhood friend had refused her confession.

Lily was painfully pragmatic—thinking years ahead despite being only in eighth grade. Even Lulu, a transmigrator, found it startling.

Whereas Lulu? Impulsive. Passionate. All heart, no brakes.

Like that “kidnap Lily” plan—pure heat-of-the-moment desperation. Consequences? Tossed aside. All that mattered: *I can’t lose her. Never.*

In this world, same-sex relationships weren’t widely condemned. Younger crowds embraced them; ACG culture thrived. Yuri manga in the anime club? Totally normal. No side-eyes.

But older generations? Many reacted with utter disbelief—openly opposed. Lily’s parents were likely among them.

Lulu now saw the real obstacle: winning Lily wasn’t enough. She had to face her parents too.

An ordinary middle-schooler would’ve folded under that weight.

But Lulu wasn’t ordinary. She was a transmigrator. A performer of possessive yandere love.

Rules? Made to be broken.

“Lily… I get it now.”

Lulu took a slow breath.

“But why obey them? Shouldn’t *you* decide your life?”

“Easy for *you* to say,” Lily shot back, voice laced with sarcasm. “*Miss Lulu Lu* gets to choose her future. I don’t.”

“If I disobey, they’ll kick me out. Then what? Flip burgers?”

Lulu seized her hand, earnest. “I’ll take care of you! Live with me. No job needed. Just… stay with me. Forever.”

“*Take care of me?* Hah.” Lily’s laugh was sharp, hurt. “Am I your pet now?”

Lulu flinched—but pushed on, voice rising:

“What about *them*? Isn’t *that* treating you like property? They never asked what *you* want!”

“Lulu.” Lily’s brow furrowed. “They raised me. I owe them. I can’t just vanish with you after college. Who’d look after them?”

“…*That’s* it?!”

Frustration burned hot. She’d thought persuasion would be simple. But Lily stood firm—absolutely stubborn, refusing to budge.

*What do I do now?*