Heroine Regret 110
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 110
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Discovered evidence related to night.
Kitagami Yoru entered the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Washed his face and brushed his teeth.
Despite being drunk, he showed no interest in eating. He warmed a glass of milk, threw a piece of chocolate into it, and had some fruit for lunch instead.
Grooming his hair.
San-san is eating cat food and affectionately jumping onto Kitagami Yoru’s legs, licking himself now and then with a “meow.”
“I’m really jealous of you, carefree one.”
Kitagami Yoru stuffed a strawberry into his mouth and plugged in his phone.
After charging it several times, he couldn’t resist opening his phone.
Fujiwara Chika called him about an hour ago, but he didn’t pick up.
“I slept well last night; probably nothing happened.”
He chose not to return the call and instead sent a message via LINE.
He had this feeling that he wasn’t being truthful when he went to sleep last night.
Additionally, Kitagawa Marin sent him two messages at 7 AM and 9 AM asking how he was.
He politely replied with a text message.
“I just noticed my phone is out of battery. Sorry.”
The message was sent.
His room is filled with 2D character posters and decorated in an ACG-style.
Kitagawa Marin is working on her desk, preferring to get unpleasant tasks out of the way before relaxing comfortably.
“Ding-dong……”
His phone, placed next to his handrest, suddenly buzzed.
The screen lit up, and Kitagawa Marin checked her messages. It was a message from Kitagami Yoru!
Today, after sending two messages without a response, there’s this distinctive-looking blonde girl with a fiery personality who seems to take her time in replying.
There’s a sense of complacency about it.
“I’ll just wait and respond later.”
Suppressing the urge that’s been nagging at her, along with a small desire to regain control, Kitagawa Marin continues with her homework.
“And Sakurajima-senpai…”
Kitagami Yoru responds here and sends a message to Sakurajima Mai.
Bored, he scratches his arm and removes his shirt.
Then, he also takes off his pants and throws them on the couch.
Standing tall, he inspects his figure with an air of superiority.
“Starting tomorrow, I’ll make sure to work out. Today, I need some good rest.”
The headache that had been lingering hasn’t gone away, so Kitagami Yoru mutters a complaint and sets his phone aside to go take a bath.
He washes his head with shampoo, massaging it thoroughly before rinsing clean.
Finally, he steps into the warm bath.
Kitagami Yoru really wants to get out of the bath and curl up in bed after finishing.
…….
Not long after, Kitagami Yoru stands before his apartment door.
Aoyama Nanami holds two white printouts in her hands, reading something on them as she takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
“I think Kitagami-san has probably had his lunch, so I won’t disturb him.”
“He said he has something to ask for help with—should I try again?”
“Do these clothes look nice on me?”
She lightly knocks a few times more, adjusting the dress she’s never worn before.
Last year during winter sale, she bought the out-of-season JK uniform.
Initially, she planned to save it for the November auditions, which are the voice acting school exams.
While worrying and pondering, Aoyama Nanami took a while before returning, and there was no movement inside.
“Kitagami-san?”
After hesitating, she increased the volume and knocked loudly on the apartment door.
Urgently hoping for a response from inside.
……..
Quiet……
Still quiet.
“Kitagami-san has left, is she still napping?”
Aoyama Nanami didn’t know Kitagami Yoru’s situation. In the locked bathroom, she couldn’t hear his knocking.
At that moment…
She finally convinced herself, even going so far as to sacrifice three nights of high-quality sleep, to form the idea of leaving.
Obsessively staring at the apartment door lock, feeling anxious and uneasy.
Her request was fake. She wanted to check Kitagami Yoru’s mood and see if she truly wanted to stay with him.
“No way….. I don’t want this!”
Aoyama Nanami stood in front of the apartment door, hesitating for several minutes, her expression fluctuating unpredictably.
She knew that if she backed down now, she might end up lying to herself again and again, never knowing when she’d dare to come back.
A saying goes, one thing too many, two things too much, three things too little.
She placed her hand on the doorknob and pushed it open a crack.
“Phew….”
Letting out a breath, Aoyama Nanami opened the door halfway and stuck her head inside to shout: “Kitagami-san….. are you home?”
I have something to ask you for help with.
Still no reaction.
It’s starting to feel a bit strange, Aoyama Nanami steps in and closes the door softly.
Then she notices the shoes by the entrance.
“Are you at home? Are you asleep?”
Aoyama Nanami isn’t satisfied, even though Kitagami Yoru is asleep; she still wants to take a look before leaving.
“Mew… mew…”
The living room’s San-san lets out two loud yowls.
She takes off her shoes and neatly places them on the floor, then slowly steps inside.
She’s worried she might scare herself.
“Kitagami-san?”
Aoyama Nanami clears her throat and speaks louder, but not too loudly.
She doesn’t want to wake Kitagami Yoru if he’s asleep; she’d feel guilty otherwise.
“Is someone calling me?”
In the bath, Kitagami Yoru suddenly opens his eyes and looks toward the door.
He hesitates uncertainly, then shouts loudly outside: “I’m here! Who are you?”
His voice is strong and forceful; after shouting, he sits up straight to listen intently.
“Bathroom!”
The apartment’s layout is the same; Aoyama Nanami quickly identifies Kitagami Yoru’s location and moves toward him.
“It’s me, Kitagami-san. It’s me……”
“I have something I need to ask you for help with; did I disturb you?”
In the bathroom, Aoyama Nanami’s excited and tense expression couldn’t hide her feelings.
“Nanami?”
“I’m in the bath; can you wait a moment?”
Kitagami Yoru is relaxing, lying back on the bed.
“It’s fine. I can wait. Don’t rush.”
Aoyama Nanami happily nods repeatedly while holding onto a printed note and wandering around near the door, eventually arriving at the living room’s sofa.
“San-san! It’s been a while!”
The cheerful girl sits down cross-legged, quickly pulling open San-san’s shirt before noticing Kitagami Yoru’s clothes.
“Does Kitagami-san usually take a noon bath?”
Aoyama Nanami glances at the pile of clothes, her sharp eyes noticing something unusual.
“Hmm…?”
She mutters in surprise, turning around and squinting as she looks intently.
Her pupils dilate steadily, her expression growing increasingly troubled.
She bends down, carefully plucking a strand of hair from the shirt’s short sleeve and holding it up to her eyes!
“Girl’s hair!”
Aoyama Nanami’s fragile heart is shaken as if struck by lightning, her inner voice trembling violently due to the intense emotions.
The strand of hair is about the same length as hers, slightly different in color but so fine that the difference isn’t easily noticeable.
Did she see him turn pale for an instant?
San-san has seen it.
Right now.
Aoyama Nanami’s trembling lips move involuntarily, producing meaningless mumblings as her heart feels like ash.
Like the soul being dragged away by a bull-headed demon, she collapses straight onto the sofa!
This is definitely a girl’s hair, Aoyama Nanami wouldn’t mistake it for anything else.
Kitagami Yoru is taking a bath, and his clothes are covered with the hair of a girl….
“No……”
Aoyama Nanami’s mind is filled with that terrible fact.
Kitagami Yoru has someone he’s dating….
His clothes are stuck to his hair, and he washed them in the middle of the day…
Does that mean he didn’t come back home last night?
Her heart aches with guilt, almost making her tears flow, but Aoyama Nanami forces herself to sit up.
“Meow?”
The San-san doesn’t know what’s going on and jumps from the floor to Kitagami Yoru’s pile of clothes.
Aoyama Nanami was planning to leave, but San-san’s calls pull her back, making her sit down again.
“Yes… one strand of hair doesn’t explain anything….”
“Maybe it’s just accidentally caught?”
Still holding onto the last hope, Aoyama Nanami is willing for things to be completely different from what she thinks, and finally slaps herself hard.
She hits herself again.
Her hands are trembling as she quickly flips up Kitagami Yoru’s pants, and Aoyama Nanami breathes heavily while carefully checking.
In just a few moments, her hope shatters.
She sees the hair on his pants again—two strands this time!
Even without comparing, she can tell that the three strands of hair come from the same source.
“Kitagami-san slept with someone last night…”
“No no no… it’s also possible he went on a date this morning and got close to her, so the hair came from that.”
Aoyama Nanami can’t believe she’s clutching the last straw, her expression seeming like she’s unwell. She’s highly suspicious of a cancer patient waiting for a biopsy result to confirm their final step.
99% of her inner self is deceiving the poor girl.
“Yukinoshita Yukino?!”
She’s returning the clothes to their original place, using her thumb and index finger to pull a strand of hair. The image of Yukinoshita Yukino’s beautiful face flashes through her mind.
A thick sense of helplessness and inferiority overwhelms her as she stares at her hair, suddenly realizing the truth.
“This can’t be right?”
Is Yukinoshita Yukino’s hair not as short as this?!
Realizing this, Aoyama Nanami quickly grabs Kitagami Yoru’s clothes and pulls out three strands of hair to compare.
The lengths are basically the same; there’s no error.
“Is this not Yukinoshita Yukino’s hair?!”
After comparing, she feels a slight sense of relief.
She doesn’t know what to do, celebrating something she shouldn’t be.
“Clothes…”
She mutters to herself and sniffingly holds Kitagami Yoru’s clothes to her nose.
A strong scent fills the air…
Aoyama Nanami’s hands are trembling….
It smells so strong…
She can’t deceive herself anymore; she must have spent the night with a girl.
Hugging her, she can’t keep the scent.
“But isn’t her object not Yukinoshita Yukino?”
Surprised Aoyama Nanami clutches her chest, biting her lips.
“Snap-snap,”
When the time came, Kitagami Yoru, wearing a large bathrobe, pushed open the door and greeted: “Nanami, wait a minute.”
“I…Kitagami-san….”
Aoyama Nanami blinked in surprise, then quickly turned around to see Kitagami Yoru smiling at her before rushing back into the room.
“I’ll go.”
Picking up the printed paper from the floor, Aoyama Nanami, panicking, wanted to leave immediately but lacked the strength.
A few minutes later, Kitagami Yoru, dressed properly, hurried out, forcing Aoyama Nanami to stay and pretend she was calm.
“San-san, you’re messing with my clothes, right?”
Kitagami Yoru looked at Aoyama Nanami, then sighed as he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her away from his soiled shirt.
Then, he sat next to Aoyama Nanami and turned to look at her: “Nanami, tell me what you need help with.”
“Umm… I… um… agh!”
Aoyama Nanami tilted her head, half-turning to face Kitagami Yoru, and struggled to respond.
Afraid of her strange behavior, Kitagami Yoru noticed it.
She bit her lip and stretched out her hand, throwing the printed paper at Kitagami Yoru with a trembling voice: “Help… help me… this…”
“Nanami, you’re so weird!”
“Why not look at me? Why does your speech shake like that?”
Kitagami Yoru slightly furrowed his brow, not taking the paper but instead questioning her doubtfully.
“Help… help me…”
Aoyama Nanami was so scared that she might cry, repeating the same phrase.
“What?”
Kitagami Yoru furrowed his brow even more, glancing at the printed paper.
It had two copies of neatly printed text.
Looking down, Kitagami Yoru can’t see anything…
“Nanami?”
Finally asking, Kitagami Yoru’s gaze slides from Aoyama Nanami’s head down to her delicate ear, pausing for a second.
Then it lands on a pair of cute white socks.
It’s unusual for Nanami to wear white socks…
Muttering to herself, Kitagami Yoru stands up and brushes off his sand.
Aoyama Nanami notices Kitagami Yoru’s movement and quickly covers her face to hide him from seeing anything.
I don’t know… It’s unclear… I don’t know either.
The shy girl doesn’t know what to do or why she reacted that way.
“Hmph, Nanami… What’s going on?”
Kitagami Yoru bends his legs slowly and lets out a grumble.
Aoyama Nanami, what’s the matter with you?
Not speaking and not looking at him, she won’t let him see anything.
“Ugh…”
She sighs deeply as Kitagami Yoru’s gaze rests on Aoyama Nanami’s ear.
The only one visible, he could easily pull it.
Kitagami Yoru slowly reaches out, just about to touch her.
He stops again and says firmly: “Nanami, you’re not saying anything, so I’ll pull your ear…”.
One second… Two seconds….
Three seconds left before Kitagami Yoru’s fingers grasp Aoyama Nanami’s ear and gently tug.
If he gives her a few minutes, she’ll definitely respond…
Such a demand in this state is impossible for a girl to comply with in just three seconds.
Kitagami Yoru definitely wouldn’t make Aoyama Nanami wince, but after tugging a couple of times, he switched to a scratching method while moving closer.
“Nanami, don’t say anything, don’t look back. I’ll scratch you, okay?”
The scene shifts to the other side.
The sensitive spot suddenly gets attacked and played with by someone he likes—something Aoyama Nanami definitely didn’t expect….
Just from those few moments, she already felt something strange.
She couldn’t open her mouth, so she told Kitagami Yoru in a whisper.
When his fingers touched her ear, she let out a scream but managed to muffle it, not letting Kitagami Yoru hear.
“It’s not okay… I can’t hold back….”
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