Heroine Regret 117
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 117
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
I like drinking milk.
“It’s not necessary to bring it over tonight; it’s not important anyway.”
Yoru lightly took the coat from Chika and accidentally brushed her hand.
“Well, I’m fine. I just wanted to take a walk.”
Yoru lied about being hungry, but Chika’s expression didn’t change much.
After that night, Chika often thought about the kiss she lost and the man who took it.
“It’s a bit cold.”
Yoru wasn’t particularly fond of black short socks; he just didn’t think they suited Chika well.
Chika had no idea that Yoru was a pervert who paid attention to her.
Smiling, Yoru took Chika inside and asked her about it.
He had planned to give her directions and go to the station to pick someone up, but…
Chika surprisingly said she didn’t need it?
“I work at the Student Council and often handle students’ files. Earlier, I helped you with the incident involving Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai and remembered…”
Following Yoru, Chika curiously examined the environment of his apartment.
After walking through the short corridor, she felt it was inappropriate and added a comment.
Entering the living room under bright lighting.
Finally, she thoroughly inspected Yoru’s apartment.
“It’s quite clean.”
This isn’t just being alone with Yoru; she actively went to his apartment in the evening!
She quickly blinked her eyes nervously and exhaled in her heart.
“I still want to go get you; let’s wash your hands in the kitchen.”
Yoru turned back to look at Chika and pointed toward the kitchen.
Smiling shyly, she nodded and quickly walked to the kitchen.
“How could it be that I just happened to remember?”
The day after Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai spoke to me, I used the Student Council secretary’s authority to recall and remember it.
The living room.
Kitagami Yoru picked up the small table and placed it in front of the small sofa.
One side was facing the small sofa, while another had a chair.
After sitting down, he glanced at the simple dining table with quite rich dishes.
Garlic shoots stir-fried with scallops, salt-baked sea bass in a pot, salmon salad…..
Plus two home-style dishes with vegetable ingredients.
A bowl of fruit and four bottles of drinks.
“Oh, it smells wonderful.”
Fujiwara Chika wiped the water drops from her hands and sighed as she detected the enticing aroma.
The food made by Kitagami Yoru was all very delicious.
During summer break, Fujiwara Chika often squeezed in breakfast from Kitagami Yoru’s place.
“San-san, please let me have the seat.”
San-san is lively at night and was standing foolishly in the middle of the small sofa, preventing Kitagami Yoru from sitting down.
Thus, this scene appeared before Fujiwara Chika’s eyes.
Kitagami Yoru made a strong gesture with his small hand, gently pushing up a cat that stood up, its fur as dark as ink.
And it was extremely fat and round like a black bean.
“Meow.”
San-san tilted her round little head and called out twice without understanding Kitagami Yoru’s words.
Mistaking the owner for playing with her, she stopped and used her hand to slap Kitagami Yoru’s palm.
“Alright, Chika you can sit on that small chair or I’ll take it.” Kitagami Yoru raised his head with a sigh.
Sitting on the small sofa is the most comfortable and suitable for dining, with the TV visible.
The two of them sitting had enough space to move around.
Unfortunately, San-san didn’t want to leave.
Now that it’s nighttime and the weather is cooler than last week, it’s not suitable to sit on the floor.
Even though a thin carpet was laid down.
“Hmm, is this your cat, Kitagami-san?”
Fujiwara Chika looked for a moment before exclaiming in surprise.
She had never heard Kitagami Yoru say he kept such a fat cat!
“Right, Chika you also raised that dog named Pees?”
Kitagami Yoru responded softly and stood up straight.
After that, he looked at San-san as emotion welled up in his heart, smiling a little.
In the blink of an eye, he had been taking care of San-san for several months.
Accompanying himself, he went through spring and summer, arrived at autumn, and was about to enter winter.
From the repulsive fat guy who everyone hates, up until now.
The affection had grown early on.
“Raising cats and dogs is different.”
“It’s so fat but looks so cute.”
Fujiwara Chika walked to Kitagami Yoru’s side and tentatively stretched out her hand while slowly bending her waist.
San-san turned her head back and didn’t flinch from the stranger approaching her hand, perhaps because her owner was nearby.
“Don’t bite me, grab me, San-san.”
Fujiwara Chika called out San-san’s name like Kitagami Yoru did.
“Meow!”
The distance between the small hands and her was getting closer. San-san still called out, then ran off to the side.
But making space for a small sofa.
“I want to watch TV or just sit here and eat.”
Fujiwara Chika slightly frowned, probably because San-san wasn’t allowing her to touch him but was upset about it.
As for wanting to watch TV.
Just random stuff.
She’s been lying through her teeth nonstop since then.
The mouth that likes telling lies about Kitagami Yoru, probably needs some proper punishment and training.
“Chika, you can sit down. You can eat something first.”
Kitagami Yoru enthusiastically invited Fujiwara Chika to sit down.
Then he sat next to her, with a distance of about 40 centimeters between them, not at all cramped.
“That’s a lot.”
Fujiwara Chika smiled happily, glancing at the food.
Starving, she was practically leaning against his back, but her entire attention was on Kitagami Yoru beside her.
Hearing him call her name so affectionately now made her feel a bit awkward.
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have let Kitagami-san call me like this….”
“It’s just… too much.”
She popped a few blueberries into her mouth, thinking about this.
But she definitely wouldn’t agree to make him stop calling her that way!
Unlike Fujiwara Chika, who was plotting something, Kitagami Yoru didn’t think much about it.
Right now.
It’s around eight o’clock.
For regular people, dinner in autumn and winter tends to be earlier as the days get shorter and energy expenditure is higher. Usually resolved either when it’s almost dark or just after dark, except for unnecessary situations.
Kitagami Yoru said he was eating, but he really was eating seriously.
He was absorbed in a documentary on TV during the meal, occasionally responding to Fujiwara Chika’s comments.
The food was plentiful and rich in flavor.
“Is the TV worth watching for me?”
Feeling ignored by Fujiwara Chika, she swallowed her rice grumpily.
Sitting next to the person she likes, everyone focuses their attention and thoughts on the one they love.
She started complaining inwardly, but didn’t dare say anything. She lifted her feet from under the table and shifted her position.
“Chika, are you cold?”
Kitagami Yoru noticed Fujiwara Chika’s movement with a glance from the corner of his eye.
“No, I’m just sitting tired.”
Fujiwara Chika shook her head slightly.
This Kitagami Yoru is such an annoyance.
After being close to him and almost touching him, now he’s acting casual again.
He’s like a zombie.
Fujiwara Chika really hopes Kitagami Yoru will take the initiative.
But then, while eating, she started thinking about something else.
Kitagami Yoru doesn’t like herself at all, not even the slightest crush on someone.
Or is there a girlfriend, someone she likes?
“The girl living next door!”
Fujiwara Chika’s chopsticks, clink-clink as she puts them together.
After the action of eating stops for a moment, Fujiwara Chika looks at Kitagami Yoru with a completely indifferent expression and says, “Then what?”
Kitagami Yoru pulls out a paper towel and wipes her mouth.
“It was an absolutely adorable gold-haired girl who mentioned your name.”
Fujiwara Chika starts to tense up, her mind racing.
“Why are you asking this?”
The clueless Kitagami Yoru, completely unaware of how off she is.
It’s too difficult for a normal guy to pursue an ordinary girl, let alone trying to understand her thoughts after losing weight in just a month—she’s disgusting and unattractive.
Fujiwara Chika isn’t your average girl—she’s the daughter of a political family.
“You can ask whatever you want, but if she doesn’t want to answer, that’s fine.”
Fujiwara Chika feels something is off.
Kitagami Yoru has nothing on her mind except how awkwardly she’s acting.
Gabriel listens to Kitagami Yoru’s words and washes her hair back into its original style, and Fujiwara Chika sees the angel version of her.
“Just a friend too, from Shuchiin Academy, first year, and she’s foreign.”
Kitagami Yoru doesn’t have any unwilling thoughts, so she just keeps eating and doesn’t answer immediately.
“Oh?”
“It makes sense why you asked—she looked familiar to me, so I wanted to ask.”
Fujiwara Chika’s ten million eyes spin rapidly in her mind before she responds.
Kitagami Yoru sets down her bowl and turns to look at her.
“No problem there—how are things between Kitagami-san and Gabriel-san?”
To avoid letting Kitagami Yoru notice something’s wrong, Fujiwara Chika slightly feels annoyed and impatient while continuing to eat.
“Kaguya?”
Fujiwara Chika is taken aback, her thoughts making Kitagami Yoru come over here immediately.
“The relationship between Kitagami-san and Kaguya is really bad.”
“What happened to Kaguya afterward?”
“Shinomiya Kaguya gave me some money and got my dad promoted.”
Kitagami Yoru handed Fujiwara Chika a drink while speaking.
“So you’re going to forgive her, then?”
Fujiwara Chika instinctively stretched out her hand to catch it, but the next moment she controlled herself with her brain.
She poked her head outside and opened her mouth, trying to have Kitagami Yoru feed her.
“Heh heh!”
“She’s really cunning.”
“I’ll do it?”
Kitagami Yoru thought about it for a moment before still feeding her.
She had never failed to feed Fujiwara Chika before!
“No, I don’t forgive her. On the contrary, I actually dislike her more now—she’s so arrogant.”
“A woman like that would definitely look down on me from the bottom of her heart.”
The bottle was near Fujiwara Chika’s mouth, and Kitagami Yoru responded.
Fujiwara Chika had wanted to reply but couldn’t in time as the bottle reached her mouth.
She tilted her head back and covered her mouth with it, drinking the juice from Kitagami Yoru’s bottle.
Actually, Fujiwara Chika doesn’t particularly like any drinks, including juices.
The only thing she drinks regularly is milk to supplement her nutrition since childhood.
She gazed at Kitagami Yoru with big eyes and started swallowing.
After a few sips, Fujiwara Chika raised her hand to indicate she had enough, prompting Kitagami Yoru to move the bottle away.
“Kitagami-san, please forgive Kaguya-chan…?”
“Kaguya isn’t the person you think she is. She’s willing to compensate and has realized her mistakes.”
It’s frustrating that someone comes wanting your husband but ends up talking like a friend—so tiresome…
Someone muttered darkly.
“I’ve already made it clear—I just need Shinomiya Kaguya to apologize to me in person.”
“I don’t need any of this compensation. Even an apology from her isn’t enough if she’s done something wrong.”
“If she were even a fraction as easy to get along with as you are, that would be ideal.”
Kitagami Yoru slightly furrowed his brow.
When talking about Shinomiya Kaguya, Fujiwara Chika enjoys chiming in.
“I’m sorry for Kaguya and me apologizing…”
“Umm… umm… Kitagami-san…”
With a faint smirk on her lips, Fujiwara Chika moved closer to Kitagami Yoru while using her hands to coax him into a cuddle.
“Heh heh heh!”
It’s convenient—she can help her friend and get close to someone she likes all at once. What a catch!
Gabriel’s arrival has Fujiwara Chika worried.
She’s had Kitagami Yoru in her clutches, except for the lower half—he hasn’t been able to touch him yet.
Why should she hold back now?
“Chika… I…”
Kitagami Yoru’s brain went haywire, and he hesitated slightly.
“At least don’t argue with Kaguya-chan next time, okay?”
“Is that acceptable?”
Fujiwara Chika has known since childhood that some things need to be handled in order.
Otherwise, it’s about convincing others to let go of their dislike.
I don’t want to argue with her either.
“Shinomiya, the head of the Fujiwara clan’s daughter, I can’t afford to provoke.”
Kitagami Yoru reluctantly accepts this proposal.
“Kaguya isn’t that bad, so why not?”
Fujiwara Chika nods energetically.
“Okay, then. Can I let go of your hand now?”
Kitagami Yoru’s expression is one of frustration and confusion as he stretches out his hand to push Fujiwara Chika’s shoulder, shoving her away.
Happy Fujiwara Chika puffs up her chest and moves closer to Kitagami Yoru, aiming to hug his arm.
Taking the initiative.
Without communicating, they both act simultaneously.
Their departure is close.
Blinking, Kitagami Yoru’s outstretched hand targets Fujiwara Chika’s shoulder.
She moves closer with a determined focus.
Her target shifts slightly off-center.
Unswerving, aiming at two rounded snow-white groups.
Time moves too quickly; who can react in time?
The fingers instinctively tighten involuntarily.
Kitagami Yoru: “I’m innocent.”
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