Heroine Regret 119

Heroine Regret 119

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Do you want to go home with a stumble?

“Chika?”

Kitagami Yoru looked at Fujiwara Chika in front of him, and he really wasn’t pretending.

His expression was one of shock and shame, it was simply amazing!

“It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault!”

“Hehe.”

Fujiwara Chika put down her hands, stopped pretending to cry, and said angrily.

“So…”

“What happened that night?”

“When I asked you before, you deliberately lied to me and didn’t say anything?”

Kitagami Yoru’s eyes revealed a strong curiosity, and he put his hands around Fujiwara Chika’s shoulders.

The purpose was to prevent Fujiwara Chika from running away.

“You… I can’t possibly tell you.”

Fujiwara Chika shook her head decisively, and gently slapped Kitagami Yoru’s palm. I want him to move away.

“You were so shy after sleeping with me for a whole night because of your fever.”

“You took my first kiss by force, kissed and touched me wildly, and even tried to kiss my private parts.”

“Now I have to tell you, do I still have shame? It’s so embarrassing, ha!”

This is what Fujiwara Chika is thinking, and she plans to keep her thoughts to herself and never say it.

The girl who was quick-witted just now is now so confused.

It’s totally possible. She can use this to threaten Kitagami Yoru, plus all the help she has given Kitagami Yoru before, to make her date with her?

Fujiwara Chika is so cute, maybe Kitagami will agree to it with surprise.

“Actually, even if you don’t tell me, I probably know it.”

Kitagami Yoru retracted her arm, sat down and moved closer to Fujiwara Chika, Keeping a distance that is almost touching.

Very close, if it goes on, they will be connected.

“Are you half awake?”

Fujiwara Chika’s body trembled slightly with embarrassment, and she instinctively moved her snow-white buttocks to hide to the side, but she had no way to retreat.

Sitting on the edge of the small sofa.

Stand up, there is Kitagami Yoru who is eyeing you.

“No, I had a dream that night, and I realized something was wrong after I got home.”

Kitagami Yoru smiled.

If it were any other time, they would be so close.

He suddenly smiled gently, and Fujiwara Chika would definitely be attracted to her and secretly admire Kitagami Yoru’s peerless beauty.

Now…

She just wants to leave here.

“Are you dreaming?”

“What was your dream?”

Fujiwara Chika blinked, her face still red.

“Hmm…”

Hearing this, Kitagami Yoru frowned slightly, and actually tried to recall.

That night…

He remembered that he dreamed of the cute Eriri, who made him a butt and bullied him severely…

Kissing was a must, and touching and rubbing were even more so.

And what else…

As he thought about it, Kitagami Yoru’s brows gradually relaxed, and his pupils began to empty.

At such a close distance, Fujiwara Chika moved his neck slightly forward, and he could kiss Kitagami Yoru, who had been thinking for a long time.

“Come to think of it, I took the initiative to stick out my tongue at that time… It felt so comfortable…”

“No, you…”

Fujiwara Chika woke up, feeling angry and shouting loudly, disturbing Gabriel next door.

“Oh!”

With a small hand holding a piece of bread, she was about to take a bite when the loud shout from next door startled her.

The bread fell to the ground, where there was also spilled cola from earlier.

The soft and absorbent bread quickly soaked up the cola and expanded.

It’s inedible now.

“This is my last piece of bread. I’ll have nothing to eat tonight,” she said.

Gabriel knelt on the ground, looking at the pitiful meal, then cursed under his breath.

He turned his head to the right again.

Next door, it was Kitagami Yoru’s house. A pink-haired cute girl from there might have shouted?

“She’s shouting so loudly! What’s going on?”

Gabriel stood up, muttering to himself.

At the same time,

“Shh!”

Kitagami Yoru made a shushing gesture and whispered, “Chika, you’re shouting so loud at night. It’ll disturb others.”

In Japan, it’s a custom or social norm not to unnecessarily disturb others.

Unfortunately, many things the Japanese government does are not good.

Completely animalistic behavior.

Hmm…

As a member of a top political family in Japan, they bear deep guilt and need Kitagami Yoru to properly punish her.

“Oh, I see.”

Fujiwara Chika regretted her outburst after shouting. She sighed, pushing Kitagami Yoru with both hands on his chest.

The imprint on his shirt was slight, but she pushed him back and tried to stand up.

“Chika, you’re angry at me, blaming me for getting upset,” Kitagami Yoru asked quickly, still trying to prevent Fujiwara Chika from leaving.

But he felt like it was a wasted effort.

“You must be angry. Don’t touch me or get close to me.”

Fujiwara Chika sat down, breathing heavily with her arms crossed.

She accused him of embarrassing her.

It’s cool in the autumn night.

Kitagami Yoru suddenly shivered and stopped mid-apology, then moved closer to Fujiwara Chika.

He didn’t say a word but looked at her with a longing, almost kissing expression.

Her heart raced, nearly jumping out of her chest. Her eyes began to wander.

“Chika isn’t really angry,” he said softly.

“According to her, I was drunk and passed out, then kissed her.”

“Does Chika like me?”

Kitagami Yoru slowly brought his lips close to Fujiwara Chika’s cute, blushing face.

Her pulse raced, almost ready to jump out of her chest. Her eyes started to lose focus.

“Chika hasn’t truly been angry.”

“As she said, I was drunk and passed out, then kissed her.”

“Does Chika like me?”

Kitagami Yoru felt a mix of emotions swirling in his mind as he leaned closer to her.

He was very happy.

Does Fujiwara Chika like him?

It’s hard to say how much she likes him. Maybe just a little.

“Hmm… uh… um…”

Fujiwara Chika seemed completely out of control, her body movements, thoughts, and breathing all erratic.

From the slightly arched bridge of her nose, she let out a broken, uneven hum that sounded like something cute coming from her nose. It seemed like she was all set to go in for a kiss with Kitagami Yoru.

The closer he got, the more I could smell the faint tea flower scent on him blending with the delicate fragrance of a young girl’s body. It was like hooking a fish that was supposed to be the most delicious bait in the world.

He went for the hook, trying to pull Kitagami Yoru closer.

“Kiss!”

Fujiwara Chika’s eyes reflected his current state, and Kitagami Yoru swallowed hard, looking a bit flustered and excited, all at once. His heart raced!

Should I go for it?

He wanted to, and his lips were moving closer, but at a snail’s pace.

“Hmm.”

Fujiwara Chika’s expression changed suddenly; she pushed Kitagami Yoru hard with both hands, sending him sprawling on the floor.

“Kitagami-san, I consider you a friend. You really think…?”

“Of course! That was obvious!”

Shocked and embarrassed, Fujiwara Chika refused Kitagami Yoru at the last moment.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to.

She was just too shy!

All because of Kitagami Yoru. He needed to hurry up and make her stop.

And there was no way to know if they were boyfriends or not.

She giggled.

If Kitagami Yoru got any worse, he might just use his telepathy on Fujiwara Chika, who had been so kind to him, and try to coax her into submission.

Determine the relationship between them.

Maybe tonight she’d let him coax her into giving up that white butterfly.

It was practically the same as a real butterfly.

“I’m angry.”

She popped her head up, her face red as she shouted out.

“Just friends?”

Kitagami Yoru suddenly looked like an idiot. He blurted that out.

That was making a fool of himself!

“Ha?”

Fujiwara Chika heard him and also looked confused.

“I… I… what’s going on…”

“It’s so weird, isn’t it?”

She wanted to continue her PUA attempt on Kitagami Yoru but ended up regretting what she said.

“I want to be with you. Let’s date!”

That was her inner thought, but why was it so easy for her to say “I love you”?

For many people, asking a girl they like for her number while walking down the street is no small feat.

“In any case, I’m angry!”

There’s no cure for regret. Shy Fujiwara Chika chose to hide her emotions with her voice.

Kitagami Yoru remained silent.

At that moment, Fujiwara Chika also felt awkward and closed her mouth, looking away while glancing at Kitagami Yoru.

“If you don’t want it, I’ll clear the table.”

Kitagami Yoru sat up and pointed to the table.

“I don’t want it anymore. You can clean up.”

Fujiwara Chika’s mood soured instantly; she grabbed the half-eaten melon and started chewing on it.

Kitagami Yoru stood silently, taking the plate back to the kitchen without saying a word.

It didn’t matter.

She was just not happy.

Fujiwara Chika realized he had always treated her like a friend.

“Thump-thump, that’s what I was thinking too. It’s just me overthinking.”

“Kitagami Yoru is alone in the kitchen, thump-thumping with laughter.”

“There’s no cure for regret in the world.”

Fujiwara Chika tosses the melon rind into the trash can, lightly tapping her cheeks in frustration.

“I’ll apologize properly tomorrow. That night, I dreamt about Eriri—well, sort of….”

A flicker of unease passes through his mind as he watches Fujiwara Chika playing with San-san.

He has no bad habit of talking in his sleep. None at all.

“San-san is such a welcoming little girl…)”

Kitagami Yoru returns to the kitchen holding a bowl.

Fujiwara Chika strokes San-san’s round head, muttering a bitter curse under her breath.

After washing the dishes for five or six minutes, Kitagami Yoru comes out, watching as Fujiwara Chika seems distracted.

He sits back on the small sofa and takes the drink she had earlier, purposefully shaking it twice before drinking.

“It’s too sweet.” The unpleasant thought of that fat slob Kitagami Yoru makes him dislike sweet things.

“You’re drinking mine.”

Fujiwara Chika pouted her unhappy lips and turned to remind him.

She had already noticed it from the beginning, but she deliberately didn’t remind him.

“Hmm?”

Kitagami Yoru immediately looked at the drink bottle in her hand, which had already been emptied.

“Hmph, apologize to me.”

Fujiwara Chika hummed.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Kitagami Yoru looked a little ugly and embarrassed, and threw the drink bottle into the trash can.

The apology lacks any sincerity. Fujiwara Chika remains unimpressed.

“How do I make it up to you?”

“Get down and apologize, let me kick you a few times?”

Kitagami Yoru sighs casually.

Drunk kiss—there’s no stopping him.

“It’s my first kiss too…”

After saying that, Kitagami Yoru muttered.

The one with Eriri doesn’t count!

“Kitagami-san too?”

Fujiwara Chika raised her eyebrows quickly, and instantly became very happy.

Kitagami Yoru’s first kiss is also her first kiss, not at all a loss.

“Ahem, this is a good suggestion.”

Fujiwara Chika was happy, coughing and holding back laughter.

“Chika, you are not kidding, are you?”

“The weather has been cold recently, how about we go out together on the weekend and buy a cat bed for San-san?”

Kitagami Yoru was startled at first, and then she suppressed her heartbeat and smiled, and changed the subject.

“No way, I’m not letting you get away with this. I’ll make you apologize!”

Fujiwara Chika set San-san aside, shaking her head in refusal.

“Does she really think she can just demand me to grovel?”

“You wouldn’t actually expect me to kneel and beg, would you? Go ahead, try it.”

Kitagami Yoru’s expression betrayed disbelief.

Instead of continuing the argument, Fujiwara Chika decided to act out her thoughts.

A pair of adorable legs wrapped in black cotton socks were displayed high, toenail polished, ready to stomp forward.

Just as she was about to stomp, Fujiwara Chika blushed and pulled back the foot.

When Kitagami Yoru slept like a log, she felt so carefree.

But when awake, she couldn’t possibly pull off that nonchalance.

“No way.”

Kitagami Yoru sighed in relief but still felt a pang of regret.

“Not a joke.”

Fujiwara Chika and Kitagami Yoru both stood up, their heights now equal to his.

Assuming an air of superiority, she lifted her right foot and aimed it directly at Kitagami Yoru’s face.

Confident that Fujiwara Chika wouldn’t dare, someone sighed regretfully as they closed their eyes.

“Oh no—”

“Chika is really… I can’t help but…”

“…I just can’t stop thinking about her.”

Despite his unwillingness, Kitagami Yoru’s thoughts still wandered to Fujiwara Chika.

It was so frustrating!

His prediction came true—Fujiwara Chika’s lips drew thin as she withdrew her right leg.

Standing on the couch with just one leg was dangerous and easy to trip over.

“Ah…hiss…”

With eyes closed, Kitagami Yoru heard Fujiwara Chika’s panicked cry first.

When he opened his eyes, he heard her gasp for breath.

She did a perfect job of it.

“Hiss…hiss…”

Biting her pink lips, her cute face twisted in pain as she struggled to respond.

“You mean I tripped?”

Kitagami Yoru dismissed his own thoughts and rushed over to check Fujiwara Chika’s condition.

She was okay.

She winced, nodding as she held her foot. It wasn’t a severe break.

“Yeah.”

Fujiwara Chika groaned in pain as she nodded.

“I’m here, so it’s fine.”

Kitagami Yoru comforted her with a single word and quickly ran to the kitchen for ice.

“Oh no, I’ve sprained my ankle.”

What if he couldn’t return home?

……

At the door, Gabriel sneezed and turned back to grab his sweater.

Wearing a pink woolen sweater, he walked in the cold.

He went to the Convenience Store, bought two baskets of food, and at checkout, pulled out a wallet filled with cash.

“Our allowance is getting thinner; it’s almost like we’re not earning anything.”

He pulled out several thousand-yen bills and coins, then carried the two bags back to his apartment.

Outside the Convenience Store, there were chairs for customers to rest while eating.

A notebook that no one has lost stops Gabriel in her tracks.

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