Heroine Regret 120

Heroine Regret 120

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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I definitely need to quit this.

“This is….”

Gabriel tilted her head, uncertainly staring at the small table outside the Convenience Store.

At first glance, it’s a very suggestive notebook cover.

Nighttime, the lights outside the Convenience Store are slightly dim.

The unclear view of Gabriel begins to hesitate whether to go and take a look…

That book is said to be something humans’ teenagers like.

“Kitagami’s family also has a particularly thick one.”

“Shall I see?”

On that day, Gabriel accidentally flipped through Eriri’s notebook and became completely uncontrollable.

She gradually developed an addiction.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to borrow from Kitagami Yoru’s house, she sneaks a peek.

The content now seems vivid in her memory, face to face with it.

At first, Gabriel was desperate but then…

She lost interest and curiosity for that notebook.

“Looking at it won’t hurt.”

“It doesn’t cost anything anyway.”

“Just take a look….”

It seems Satania’s tempting voice is whispering in her ear.

Gabriel’s expression changes slightly, and she quickly walks over to sit down.

The shopping bag in her hand is tightly pressed against her legs, with her short legs wrapped for warmth.

At night, there’s a slight breeze, making it cooler.

“Hmm…. No one around here.”

Gabriel doesn’t understand these things, but she clearly knows the basics.

She’s not an idiot.

She turns her head around to check the surroundings and sees no one before feeling relieved and a bit excited as she picks up the notebook.

“Good new, is it discarded?”

Gabriel gets closer to look at it; the notebook cover still has some packing tape, but it’s new-looking with no creases.

Not a single wrinkle.

“Oh damn…. Fly… foot control combined edition….”

While experiencing the new texture, she quietly reads out the colorful title in Japanese, which is very prominent.

“Is this all?”

“What’s ‘foot control’?”

“Can you control my feet?”

Gabriel looks down at her legs wrapped for warmth.

She had miscalculated when going out and only wore a loose sweater, forgetting to put on thermal leggings.

When she comes home, she’s still engrossed in the game and hasn’t even taken a bath yet.

She even thinks it might be better to do it herself alone to wash her back quickly.

Noticing the fresh scent of oil-coated paper, Gabriel uses the slightly dim lighting to open the first page.

Her gaze becomes fixed on something….

The first page starts with an introduction of the protagonist, who is a freshman at a all-girls school.

He’s just a male, average in height and build.

His personality is a bit weak; he’s the object that female students look down on and tease.

Ransom for money…

“Hmph… Hmph…”

Gabriel didn’t notice himself; she was already absorbed, her eyes gradually widening, breathing slowing.

She’s fully invested in it.

It’s cute!

Open the second page.

The male lead and the teacher are seeking help.

“Kitagami? Wait… Did I not misread that?”

Gabriel suddenly lifts her head, flips back to the first page to check the female lead’s name.

“Kitagami, and Yoru Kitagami shares the same name.”

“What a coincidence!”

She mutters under her breath, freeing up one hand to rummage through the shopping bag.

She pulls out a can of bubble water, unscrews it with one hand, and drinks.

Her gaze is fixed, not daring to look away for even a moment.

If this continues, things will get strange, things will go wrong.

……

Meanwhile, Kitagami Yoru doesn’t know what Gabriel is thinking about.

She opens the fridge and takes an ice pack from inside, pushing it back in place quickly as she rushes out.

“Luckily I have a habit of keeping things cold; I prefer cold drinks.”

“Chika, how’s that?”

She retrieves the ice pack and kneels before Fujiwara Chika.

“Better… Still hurts.”

Fujiwara Chika has calmed down from her initial intense pain; her expression is more relaxed, and she can speak.

“I’ll help you ice it; it will make you feel better soon, won’t hurt anymore.”

“How does it feel now?”

Placing the ice pack aside, Kitagami Yoru watches Fujiwara Chika, her hands gently resting on her ankle.

Her smooth, pale legs have just the right amount of flesh and no cellulite.

In fact, the stereotype of “cellulite” has been challenged by modern Japanese women, who are now consciously working to change it.

Including things like wearing thigh masks and paying attention to dental health, they’ve formed a positive social trend.

“Well, you can do whatever you want.”

Fujiwara Chika nods quietly, watching Kitagami Yoru.

Just kidding.

Should she be afraid of this situation or avoid it?

She’s a bit awkward but very logical and understands the timing.

In the future, she’ll definitely be wearing a cute cotton robe.

“Hold on a little longer; taking off your socks might rub the wound, so I’ll go slow.”

Kitagami Yoru reminds her with one word, gently rolling up Fujiwara Chika’s black cotton socks.

“Hmph,” she says sarcastically.

The socks are rolled up to her ankles, and Fujiwara Chika lets out a light sigh.

Hurry up, look up, and meet her gaze directly.

“Ah-hah.”

Fujiwara Chika shakes her head with a satisfied smile, keeping her lips pressed.

“Look at San-san.”

Kitagami Yoru shows no change in expression, turning slightly to the side.

What’s wrong with San-san?

Fujiwara Chika looks on in confusion.

Watching San-san licking the cold floor.

When she turns her head again, her socks are already off.

Her feet were naturally snow-white, but now they have a slight softness to them.

In one word, it’s delicious…..

“Snapping.”

Not right!

It’s plump.

“The side of the foot is turning blue and has swollen up.”

Kitagami Yoru gently holds Fujiwara Chika’s injured foot to show her.

“You should ice it, I’m not in pain.”

Fujiwara Chika looks at her own feet.

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait until tonight to wash them; she changed into clean socks instead.

Today is a physical education class for her class, plus walking around from the Student Council activities. She’s been moving quite a bit.

Even though autumn days are pleasant in temperature, it doesn’t mean they won’t sweat.

“Inhale, I need to be clever; otherwise, I’ll definitely be disliked.”

Quietly celebrating in her heart, Fujiwara Chika closes her eyes to rest.

In a second, the discomfort from the injury brings her comfort for just one second.

Without hesitation, she gently places the ice pack on it, using the flat side against the swollen area. Kitagami Yoru is carefully tending to her skin.

“I wonder who will benefit from this.”

Kitagami Yoru moves the ice pack to prevent Fujiwara Chika’s skin from getting too cold and causing pain.

“Does it hurt?”

He asks without looking up.

“It’s fine, yes.”

Fujiwara Chika nods slightly.

After counting a few seconds, Kitagami Yoru applies the ice pack again.

“Once the pain is alleviated, I’ll go get some liniment later.”

Since she exercises frequently, Kitagami Yoru is worried about joint and muscle injuries. She has a bottle of medicine ready.

It’s brand new and hasn’t been used yet.

Now it’s time to put it into use.

…….

“It’s so cold….”

“Go home, go home.”

Gabriel sat outside the Convenience Store for about fifteen minutes when she suddenly shivered.

Her feet, exposed in her slippers, were freezing and numb.

“The house has warm water and a cozy blanket. Going home.”

Aoyama Nanami’s eyes betrayed a hint of reluctance as Gabriel forced her to stop.

She closed the notebook, figuring it was just lost property without an owner.

“I found it; that’s mine.”

Gabriel finished his drink and placed the notebook in the shopping bag on the Convenience Store table.

The distance from the Convenience Store to the Apartment wasn’t too far—about five or six hundred meters.

Thinking quickly, Gabriel walked fast, catching up with Aoyama Nanami who was also heading back home after work.

“Nanami, wait for me.”

Gabriel waved and ran back.

“Gabriel?”

Aoyama Nanami looked tired, though not entirely because of her job. Her main issue was her mood.

She liked Kitagami Yoru… or so she thought.

Well, it’s a one-hundred percent connection with other girls.

But the problem was that the guy was way more优秀 than herself.

Aoyama Nanami felt inferior inside and didn’t dare to compete.

She was also simple and kind in her thoughts and wouldn’t even think of trying to break up Kitagami Yoru’s relationship.

But she still couldn’t let go of Kitagami Yoru.

She had liked him before, loved him deeply, but now she couldn’t get him.

Oh, wow.

It really sucks.

She stopped under a streetlight and forced herself to smile at Gabriel.

“Going out to buy things, Gabriel?”

“Yes, Nanami, have you eaten yet?”

“Want to join me?”

Gabriel didn’t know Kitagami Yoru as well as Aoyama Nanami did but knew the basics.

“I’ve eaten. Let’s go.”

Aoyama Nanami laughed and refused, turning slowly in the night wind.

Gabriel followed, walking very slowly.

“Gabriel, do you have any opinion or thoughts about Kitagami-san?”

Without taking a few steps, Aoyama Nanami turned to look at Gabriel, her eyes fixed on her, tense.

“Opinion?”

“He’s a good person; his cooking is delicious.”

Gabriel was rummaging through the shopping bag, not giving much thought to Aoyama Nanami’s words.

The innocent angel was absorbed in her games and wouldn’t think about such things for now.

“Ha ha.”

Aoyama Nanami smiled foolishly.

“That pink-haired girl is a classmate from Shuchiin Academy who went to his house.”

“She stayed for a while and suddenly shouted, scaring the last slice of bread out of my hand before I bought food.”

Gabriel lifted his head, feeling sorry and mourning for the bread.

“A girl went to Kitagami-san’s house!”

Aoyama Nanami heard this and felt a sharp pain in her chest, quickly followed by a heavy, acidic sensation spreading through her.

She wasn’t sure if it was just a hallucination, but she kept muttering about it.

She fell silent for several seconds.

Gabriel didn’t notice Aoyama Nanami’s odd behavior at all.

“Is it a girl with pink hair?”

Aoyama Nanami took in a cold breath, trying to steady herself.

“Hmm, she called out so loudly—what’s she doing over there?”

Pure Gabriel remained completely unaware of the underlying tension.

Upon hearing this, Aoyama Nanami realized the answer was the sound of the call.

But who is the pink-haired girl?

“Pink… it’s rare.”

As she walked, Aoyama Nanami distantly saw the Apartment building.

She stared at a spot on the second floor, fixated and then suddenly insightful.

“Fujiwara Chika-san! The Student Council secretary!”

Aoyama Nanami muttered under her breath, feeling like she’d found the standard answer.

Remembering Fujiwara Chika, who had helped due to a rumor about aiding Kitagami Yoru.

“I remember, Fujiwara-san contacted Kitagami-san directly back then.”

“Kitagami-san responded immediately, but I was crying and confused, not seeing anything clearly.”

“They knew each other beforehand?”

This thought struck Aoyama Nanami as she affirmed it herself.

Fujiwara Chika noticed her hospital visit, while Kitagami Yoru kept silent, aside from the involved parties. Even Gabriel and Kato Megumi were like that.

The hair from that day… was it pink?

Based on Fujiwara Chika’s pink hair, Aoyama Nanami thought of something else.

“What is Nanami thinking about?”

The Apartment building grew closer as Gabriel shook her body and looked at Aoyama Nanami beside her.

“Kitagami-san and Fujiwara-san were dating, I think they still…”

“Still… uh-huh…”

The girl sighed sadly, her tears almost spilling over.

Why not me?

She’s got such a good hand in the game.

What about Yukinoshita Yukino?”

Aoyama Nanami suddenly remembered this point again.

Could it be…

Kitagami-san is so charming, he’d care for someone like her, everything seems perfect.

He likes girls who are into her.

But he…

He’s stepping on multiple ships?

Even having multiple girlfriends or more?

“The black Mercedes-Benz car!”

Aoyama Nanami refers to Eriri’s personal car.

“This…how is this possible….”

“At the same time…..not harmful….”

“No..it might not be.”

She mutters softly, and Gabriel can barely hear it through her teeth.

What is she saying?

“Nanami, we’re almost home.”

Gabriel reminds her with a single word.

“Oh oh, goodbye for now.”

Just a few dozen meters away lies the Apartment.

Gabriel eagerly nods, clutching a shopping bag and running up the stairs.

She collapses onto the small sofa and opens the shopping bag.

Various snacks and supplies are neatly piled like a small mountain.

Fortunately, Gabriel knows to buy 100% fruit juice for nutrition.

She avoids carbonated drinks, especially cola, as they can cause tooth decay.

She pulls out a notebook from the bag, holding it in one hand while tearing open the bread packaging with the other.

Impatient.

Aoyama Nanami returns home exhausted, collapsing onto her bed and breathing heavily.

After a few minutes, she gets up to retrieve pillows from the small balcony.

Last night, Aoyama Nanami dreamt of Kitagami Yoru all morning long, leaving her body parched with heat.

On Saturday afternoon, she was gently caressed by Kitagami Yoru’s ear, experiencing a fleeting sense of divine pleasure.

Upon returning home, she felt…

“I hate it. I must not think about Kitagami-san like this.”

Aoyama Nanami suddenly bursts out, clutching her pillow and retreating back to her bedroom.

Actually, it’s not just yesterday.

She reflects on the events of last weekend’s afternoon.

Including this morning.

She treated her pillow as if it were Kitagami Yoru, only to accidentally wet it while drinking water.

“Does it have any flavor?”

Aoyama Nanami sniffs the pillow, which reeks of a sunlit scent.

It’s good.

“I can’t continue like this anymore!”

“Kitagami-san is my friend. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this….he…um……”

In her private bedroom, Aoyama Nanami reflects on her actions and considers slapping herself twice.

“Go take a shower to cool off.”

Her face flushes red as she hurriedly enters the bathroom.

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