Heroine Regret 111
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 111
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
All of this is just hot water, don’t get carried away.
Sensitivity zones shouldn’t be touched lightly.
Aoyama Nanami has been entertaining all sorts of random thoughts in her mind and throwing them out into the void.
What do you mean by “Kitagami Yoru interacting with others, Yukinoshita Yukino’s hair….”
None of this matters anymore.
Right now, she’s more worried about her body’s strange reactions, being embarrassed, and letting Kitagami Yoru notice!
“Nanami, why are you acting like this?”
While asking that, Kitagami Yoru gently wipes Aoyama Nanami’s delicate earlobe with a finger.
Every now and then, he increases the force, using his nails to scratch at Aoyama Nanami’s reactions.
Despite everything, she stubbornly sits on the couch, refusing to face herself or speak up.
“Umm… huh… huh…”
Aoyama Nanami’s face changes completely, turning red as her eyes slightly widen.
Her eye whites take up half of her pupils.
Even though she keeps her hands over her mouth, an unconscious, small, and feminine giggle still escapes from her throat.
Kitagami Yoru looks at Aoyama Nanami with a sense of helplessness as she approaches him now, seemingly ignoring him again?
It’s strange, but those ears are quite fun to play with.
She doesn’t say anything, so wait until you pull her ear and scratch it!
A flicker of sadness and a hint of mysterious laughter passes through his eyes as Kitagami Yoru uses his index finger to gently explore the outline of Aoyama Nanami’s inner ear.
Just pulling at the outside, she’s like this already.
What about inside?
Despite her obvious suffering, Aoyama Nanami clearly feels Kitagami Yoru’s mischievous fingers in her mind and desperately cries out in hopelessness…
“No… absolutely not… huh huh…”
“It’s not allowed… Kitagami-san… my ear… where…?”
“I’ll die… it’s so itchy…”
A deep, cellular sensation courses through her nervous system, like tiny parasites frantically burrowing into every vulnerable part of Aoyama Nanami’s body.
It’s not just itching; she also wants to stop Kitagami Yoru!
But she can’t do anything about it.
“I’ll go to sleep if you don’t say anything.”
Without noticing Aoyama Nanami standing behind him, Kitagami Yoru continues his relentless teasing, gently scraping her earlobe with his fingers.
He hasn’t noticed the strange look on Aoyama Nanami’s face yet.
With a faint prompt, he uses both hands to scratch at the soft bone of her earlobe.
“Hm… huh…”
Finally letting go after holding back, she lets out a sweet, melodic sigh before her shoulders start trembling.
Her white socks and legs twitch as they convulse…
“Could it be… hm?”
Kitagami Yoru’s actions don’t stop; he becomes even more relentless in his teasing of Aoyama Nanami’s ear, muttering a low hum.
He looks away, glancing over at her chest with a sweep of his eyes.
“It must be… I just walked out without putting on clothes and am wearing only a large bathrobe.”
That’s it…
“I’m barely managing to cover my body, with everything else exposed—especially since Nanami is the kind who gets easily embarrassed when we’re alone at home…”
“Nanami is very shy… she wouldn’t be…?”
While thinking that, Kitagami Yoru’s thoughts are stuck on this one point.
His hands won’t stop moving; he doesn’t want to pause for a second.
He wonders if Nanami saw him come out without clothes and just the bathrobe, which might have made her shy.
It’s a bit over the top, but women are like water…
What else could there be a reason for?
“Aoyama…?”
Aoyama Nanami quickly retracted her hands, blushing as she balled them into fists, speaking softly.
But her body was enduring both ice and fire, and she hated to think about how Aoyama Nanami could respond.
“Aoyama, I’m sorry, I just realized who you are…”
“I’ll go get you some water, okay?”
Thinking that Aoyama Nanami was shy like Kitagami Yoru, he too blushed and quickly stood up to leave.
The sound of his footsteps echoed as he ran into the kitchen.
“Ah… huh…”
His last bit of strength escaped as a sigh, and Aoyama Nanami collapsed face-first onto the couch, like a candle whose flame had nearly gone out.
The sensitive San-san noticed a strange odor lingering in the air…
“Kitagami-san is really mean…”
“This has made him realize… I don’t want to live anymore…”
Aoyama Nanami’s awareness slowly returned, her body burning hot while her hands and feet turned cold.
She doesn’t want to live…
Let go…
Let me die…
In the next second, she convulsed uncontrollably.
…
Kitagami Yoru was in the kitchen, rushing around, water spilled from his cup onto the floor.
“Are we going out soon?”
“It’s okay for me to wear a bathrobe here…”
“Nanami… you’re like this?”
He truly didn’t understand, and Aoyama Nanami wasn’t willing to explain.
After a few more minutes, Kitagami Yoru walked out, making sure to make noise so Aoyama Nanami knew he was gone.
“Nanami, drink some water…”
Kitagami Yoru saw that Aoyama Nanami had finally sat up, her face bright red as if it could bleed, and spoke awkwardly.
“Do you want… ice?”
Don’t misunderstand—Aoyama Nanami wanted the ice for herself, not to imply anything about Kitagami Yoru.
Actually, she wanted to push him away!
“Yes, I’ll get it.”
Kitagami Yoru had ice blocks ready, placing cold water on the table and glancing at Aoyama Nanami.
He went back to the kitchen to prepare the ice water.
“Ugh… this is so frustrating… Why did they see me?”
Aoyama Nanami sighed and quickly drank a small sip of the cold water, though she didn’t feel thirsty at all.
She needed more water but somehow couldn’t bring herself to drink it.
The next moment, she glanced toward the kitchen, hearing the sound of the fridge door opening. She blushed as she spilled some water onto her skirt.
A brand-new, first-time-wearing skirt that was still warm…
The remaining water she poured onto the couch where she was sitting.
She drank just a little from the glass and then ruined it completely!
“Hmph… that’ll do.”
Aoyama Nanami let out a small, relaxed smile before looking toward the kitchen again.
Kitagami Yoru came out with the ice water at the same time, seeing Aoyama Nanami’s wet skirt.
“I… I didn’t hold it steady…”
Before he could say anything, Aoyama Nanami had already prepared her words and spoke them.
After that, she slightly lowers her head and looks at Kitagami Yoru’s reaction and expression.
She slips through unnoticed.
“It’s fine, it’s fine.”
The small sofa is wet; Kitagami Yoru can’t sit down, so he quickly hands Aoyama Nanami the ice water to cover his tracks.
While Kitagami Yoru goes to get a chair, Aoyama Nanami again pours water on the small sofa to hide evidence.
She didn’t dare pour much….
When Kitagami Yoru returns, she drinks the ice water with a “gulping” sound.
“Nanami, you’re avoiding me because I came out in my bathrobe and exposed too much, right?”
“What?!”
Thoughts swirling in her mind make Kitagami Yoru snap.
Her attractive eyes blink once more as she and Kitagami Yoru share an astonished look.
“Ah… yes…”
Aoyama Nanami instinctively nods in response.
The big stone representing tension finally falls.
“Hmph.”
She lets out a long breath, and at this moment, Aoyama Nanami feels like she’s been diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, misdiagnosed as a CT scan, and is just lucky to survive.
“What’s going on… I’m glad Kitagami-san didn’t notice…”
“Otherwise, I won’t dare see him anymore.”
“I was just wearing a bathrobe at home. Just washed my hair and came out; Nanami, why are you acting so shy?”
Kitagami Yoru sticks his tongue out in a slightly accusatory tone.
He doesn’t realize it because one straightforward sentence lost a perfect prime jewel.
But anyway…
That jewel already belongs to him; it’s just a matter of time.
Haha…
Maybe I’ll keep nurturing it for a while, and then…
It will be easier to develop and refine when smooth.
“I’m a bit embarrassed, so you can go ahead and touch my ear.”
“No time!”
Aoyama Nanami lowers her head and quietly pleads her case.
“Nanami, your ears are really cute. If you don’t talk like this anymore, I’ll pull your ear.”
Kitagami Yoru smirks playfully and curiously looks at the two printout pages he tripped over.
“Huh?”
This question scares Aoyama Nanami enough that even household chores are worth it; she won’t resist, and anyway, no one’s around.
What if… outside?
No way, absolutely not allowed outside!
“But… I can’t tell Kitagami-san either; I shouldn’t touch his ears…”
Aoyama Nanami quickly reaches out and touches those ears.
“So, Nanami, is this the reason you came to me?”
Kitagami Yoru bends down to pick up the two printouts and glances at them.
The text on the printouts is neatly divided into segments; are these lines of dialogue?
“Yes, yes, it’s about this.”
Aoyama Nanami nods eagerly, eager to change the subject.
“What is this?”
Kitagami Yoru asks curiously.
“Voice acting script… I’m not in a hurry to take the exam, am I?”
“I want to find someone… and practice once more….”
This is Aoyama Nanami’s long-prepared excuse, which she has repeated dozens of times in secret. She says it smoothly.
“No problem, your exam is in November, right?”
Kitagami Yoru nods in agreement.
“Do you know?”
Aoyama Nanami flashes a look of slight surprise.
“How did Kitagami-san know about this?”
Originally planning to take the voice acting exam after the casting call, she had time to be with him…
Sob sob…
X﹏X
Aoyama Nanami’s heart almost breaks. She isn’t just fond of Kitagami Yoru; she truly loves him.
“Oh, earlier than that, you mentioned it, and I’ve always remembered it,” says Kitagami Yoru casually.
Upon hearing this, Aoyama Nanami secretly smiles.
Kitagami-san remembers the words she once said, even though she herself has forgotten them!
Flustered Aoyama Nanami’s eyes change subtly.
“What should I do?”
Kitagami Yoru stretches and feels much better after washing his head.
“You should look at the script first. Get familiar with it, then I’ll go home to change clothes.”
Aoyama Nanami says this, then secretly squeezes her legs together, her white socks touching the cool floor.
“I’ll wait for you,” she says.
Kitagami Yoru tilts his head and smirks in response.
His sudden expression deals a massive 10,000 damage to Aoyama Nanami.
Her heart rate increases, and that strange feeling comes back again?
She mutters to herself, “What an odd guy,” then quickly jumps up and rushes off.
“So urgent?” asks Kitagami Yoru, watching her leave.
Aoyama Nanami is gone now. The feeling of something odd lingers in the air.
San-san, the fat cat, calls out twice more before jumping onto the couch.
“Meow… meow…”
San-san, this fatty, called out twice and then jumps onto the couch.
“San-san, it’s just hot water. There’s nothing else to do; don’t go licking,” says Kitagami Yoru quickly.
He grabs San-san and squeezes her tightly, rubbing the fat cat.
Hah hah hah…
“Meow…”
San-san’s amber eyes spin as she gently tugs at Kitagami Yoru’s clothes.
About ten minutes pass.
Aoyama Nanami returns after changing into an entirely new set of everyday clothes.
She even changed her wet, fat pants!
“Finally here, Kitagami-san.”
Aoyama Nanami’s face turns slightly red; she can’t hide it.
“I’ve seen it all. Do I have to play the male role?”
Kitagami Yoru holds up a piece of paper in his hand.
On it is a line from the script: a boy awkwardly confesses to a girl…
Just reading it makes him feel uneasy.
Nanami actually asked him for help. That must mean she trusts him, right?
“Speaking of it, the voice acting exam is way too important for Nanami.”
Kitagami Yoru grumbled to himself, not thinking much about being lenient or anything.
“No, she’s a girl….”
After holding his breath for a few seconds, Aoyama Nanami spoke slowly.
Maybe because of the previous shyness he felt, his thoughts were now clear enough to engage in normal conversation.
If someone were to find out, he’d really be in trouble!
Kitagami Yoru hesitated slightly, but as a man, could he really play a female role?
The one accepting the confession?
Well, thinking about it carefully, there’s not much to say.
The voice actor for Monkey D. Luffy is just an old lady.
Voice actors can’t be judged by ordinary standards.
“Then let’s begin… hmm….”
Aoyama Nanami chose this part and even went to ask Kitagami Yoru for help, all out of selfishness.
She had a reason to secretly inquire about Kitagami Yoru’s personal life!
Now….
It doesn’t matter anymore…
Whether it’s Yukinoshita Yukino or someone else….
It’s not his place.
The dialogue above, Aoyama Nanami recited it effortlessly without looking at the script.
But before starting,
She couldn’t hold back and courageously asked: “Kitagami-san, I noticed you were snoring, was it because you didn’t sleep well last night?”
“Yes, I felt a bit uncomfortable last night… heh… heh…”
And about sleeping with Fujiwara Chika, he answered like that.
He wasn’t lying.
“Indeed….”
Knowing it would reopen the wound, Aoyama Nanami still asked!
“Nanami?”
Kitagami Yoru’s sixth sense suddenly felt something was off about the cute girl in front of him. It wasn’t just shyness….
He gently called out her name while maintaining a bit of distance, and then sat straight up to inspect Aoyama Nanami from head to toe.
Finally, he landed on those white sock feet.
Hmm……
Wearing small white socks is also very suitable indeed….
Nanami is so beautiful and cute, and her personality is great too….
A bold thought crossed Kitagami Yoru’s mind.
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