Heroine Regret 132

Heroine Regret 132

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Unexpected fainting

Holding a bento box and gripping the unwilling San-san, Kitagami Yoru returns to the kitchen to help Kasumigaoka Utaha heat the bento.

“Stay here, don’t move.”

“They say you’re a little stray cat, so you should be careful not to cancel your future snack rewards!”

Harshly scolding San-san with a fierce look, Kitagami Yoru lets go of it, allowing San-san to move freely.

Not minding, the innocent little cat might not understand what Kitagami Yoru is saying.

Opening the microwave, Kasumigaoka Utaha notes that Japan’s convenience store industry is thriving, with nearly all packaging designed to be microwaved directly.

Kitagami Yoru goes back and takes a portion of his favorite bento—a small octopus ball.

Decidedly, let’s heat them together.

The microwave is set to medium-high for three minutes.

“It’s getting colder outside.”

After waiting a few minutes, Kitagami Yoru pulls out his phone to check recent weather changes.

Everything is fine.

Over the next fifteen days, it will be sunny with daytime temperatures around twenty degrees Celsius.

However, Mount Fuji’s summit has already received its first snowfall.

Outside.

With the cool breeze blowing, Kasumigaoka Utaha tightly hugs her arms against the icy wall.

Nearby, a warm light shines from inside Kitagami Yoru’s house.

The street below the apartment has bright lighting from utility poles that doesn’t fail, but it doesn’t illuminate Kasumigaoka Utaha either.

“I wish I had brought an extra layer.”

“Finding my phone today was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Muttering, Kasumigaoka Utaha waits for a short three minutes.

She has no concept or awareness of time passing.

Just as the microwave stops working, Kitagami Yoru opens it to retrieve the two bento boxes inside.

Kasumigaoka Utaha seems to be unable to keep herself from standing up, peering into the Kitagami Yoru household.

She carefully examines the entrance and then tilts her head, trying to get a clearer picture of what’s inside.

In the end, she returns without achieving anything.

“When Kitagami Yoru first discovered that Eriri was the real culprit, did he ever let Eriri go?”

Today, Ethics-kun is so upset that his mind is wandering…Ethics-kun doesn’t believe me….”

The other person still doesn’t trust him and decides to go talk to Eriri about their feelings.

Even so, Kasumigaoka Utaha hasn’t planned to tell Tomoya Aki the truth.

She feels there’s nothing significant in it.

“If Ethics-kun really doesn’t like me, then I can’t do anything about it……”

Besides that, Kasumigaoka Utaha is afraid of another possible consequence.

It’s all because Tomoya Aki requested her not to use this incident to accuse Eriri of harm, asking her to be understanding.

For this reason, Tomoya Aki is willing to promise that he will agree to any request from Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Just to protect Eriri from being harmed.

Kasumigaoka Utaha thinks she knows Tomoya Aki well, but it’s not just baseless speculation.

“It’s been a long time.”

Holding a lunchbox with warmth, Kitagami Yoru quickly steps out and sees Kasumigaoka Utaha standing foolishly at the door.

“Thank you.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha politely extends her hand to take it.

Just then, Kitagami Yoru’s phone in his pocket suddenly rings.

He glances at Kasumigaoka Utaha and decides to slow down, taking the call first.

Fujiwara Chika?

Video call.

The phone is directly in front of her face, and Kitagami Yoru gives Kasumigaoka Utaha a quiet look while handing something over and pressing the call button.

Giggles.

Chika’s lips are really soft, not one bit less than Eriri’s mixed-breed white Japanese spitz.

….

Fujiwara Chika’s house.

In the living room.

Wearing a pink flower-printed cute sleepwear, with her legs resting on an ottoman table, and her wet hair—Fujiwara Chika smiles.

“Good evening, Kitagami-san.”

The phrase “excessive sexual desire leads to satisfaction” is not without reason for its enduring popularity through the ages.

Fujiwara Chika is thinking about Kitagami Yoru….

“Good evening.”

Kitagami Yoru doesn’t want Kasumigaoka Utaha to find out, as he’s on a video call with someone else.

Looking at the phone screen featuring Fujiwara Chika.

He quickly hands over the bento and keeps encouraging her to hurry up.

Kasumigaoka Utaha initially feels a bit curious about this.

Who is Kitagami Yoru even talking to?

The voice on the other side seems familiar.

A moment later, he realizes it must be Fujiwara Chika.

“Do you think Student Council’s Fujiwara secretary is into him?”

As Kasumigaoka Utaha hands over the bento, she seems distracted and drops it unintentionally.

The perfectly good bento ends up on the ground.

When heating it in the microwave, the packaging is left open.

Outside the apartment, a sweet and sour pork-filled bento lies scattered all over the ground.

Kasumigaoka Utaha quickly realizes what happened and looks like an idiot.

Dumbstruck, he’s staring at the floor.

The voice of Kasumigaoka Utaha has attracted Fujiwara Chika’s attention and curiosity.

From the video, she notices that Kitagami Yoru seems busy, as if he has something on his mind.

“Are you not busy? What’s going on?”

Fujiwara Chika instinctively sits up and asks with concern.

Kitagami Yoru turns his head to look at Kasumigaoka Utaha, who stands perfectly at the door despite her flawless face and perfect figure, even at night.

Absolutely, Fujiwara Chika must not find out!

“Nothing’s wrong. I didn’t cook dinner; I ordered takeout.”

“And we were video chatting; the delivery got spilled.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.”

The last words are said to Kasumigaoka Utaha.

“Oh, you haven’t had dinner yet?”

Fujiwara Chika relaxes back onto the sofa, not doubting Kitagami Yoru’s words at all.

Good, let’s lie well.

Laugh…

“Sis, Mom and Dad will be coming back tonight.”

After washing up, Fujiwara Moeha wraps herself in a towel and steps out.

At home, besides the two sisters, there’s also a maid, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.

“I’ll hang up now; we’ll talk later.”

“Bye!”

Fujiwara Chika’s smile freezes on her face as she quickly says goodbye to Kitagami Yoru and hangs up the call.

The moment the call ends, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Kitagami Yoru exchange glances.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Slightly embarrassed, Kasumigaoka Utaha squared down.

“Alright, come on, you lazybones, I’ll have to starve you…’

Kitagami Yoru, with a grumbling stomach, seemed at his wit’s end arguing with Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Staring in disbelief at the mess on the floor, he stood up and walked away.

Kasumigaoka Utaha knelt down, unsure of what to do next.

She couldn’t just reach out and take it directly.

Instead, she resorted to using her thumb and index finger to twist open the lunchbox and set it aside.

Not long after, Kitagami Yoru brought over a trash bag, a roll of paper towels, and a small basin of water.

“Wrap the rice in the paper and toss it into the trashbag,” he instructed.

After giving his instructions, he didn’t hold back, placing the paper towel in the middle between them.

She tore off a section of the paper and began cleaning up the wasted food.

Rice was sticky; using a broom would only make it messier.

It wasn’t clean yet, but the rice would end up stuck to both the broom and the floor.

“I didn’t do anything on purpose. Why were you shouting so loud?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha hung her head, still grumbling as she picked up the lunchbox and stuffed it into the trashbag.

…….

“Take care of these leftovers,” she said.

Kitagami Yoru didn’t even glance back, allowing Kasumigaoka Utaha to punch the air.

“You… I’ll take them.”

“Could you be a little nicer?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha retorted, her hands never stopping in their busy work.

“Nice or not nice, what does that get me?”

“A cold butt and a hot face!”

Kitagami Yoru stared at Kasumigaoka Utaha with wide eyes.

Just a little rice, really.

With the two of them working together, they managed to clean up quickly.

Wetting a towel with water and wiping up the rice and sauce that’s stuck to the floor.

Slurp-slurp.

It’s quite difficult to clean.

“Stick to my butt?”

“Huh? You want me to repeat that again?”

Kasumigaoka Utaha clearly doesn’t understand the exact meaning of this sentence.

This is a phrase that Kitagami Yoru learned from some notebook.

The author of the notebook is a Chinese student from the neighboring house who has since left.

In essence, it’s about someone showing extreme enthusiasm to please another person, only to be cold-shouldered and looked down upon by that person.

Kasumigaoka Utaha isn’t entirely sure, so she tries to piece together the key words.

She thinks Kitagami Yoru might want to sniff her butt?

That’s really low of you.

“Hm?”

Kitagami Yoru slightly freezes before realizing that Kasumigaoka Utaha probably doesn’t understand this sentence.

He almost wants to explain but collides head-on with the forward-leaning Kasumigaoka Utaha.

His forehead hits Kasumigaoka Utaha’s chin directly.

“Thud!”

Now, if you tap your head with your fist, you’ll make this kind of sound.

The force is mutual, and the sudden collision makes Kitagami Yoru suck in a cool breath.

He almost lets out a gasp.

Then, in the next second—

Another heavy object dropped to the ground.

Kitagami Yoru leaned against the apartment door, his words catching in his throat as he looked down at Kasumigaoka Utaha with a mixture of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

“Kasumigaoka Utaha…?”

The high school flower, the coldly beautiful Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai from Shuchiin Academy, had no idea why she was lying on the ground.

Using the light to check her, it seemed like she had fainted.

Kitagami Yoru pressed his lips together, instinctively turning his head toward the side with a look of helplessness.

He wasn’t a medical professional and didn’t know how to handle such situations.

A strong, continuous pain throbbed in his forehead.

“Did I knock Kasumigaoka Utaha out?”

“Kasumigaoka Utaha?”

Without even cleaning up the mess outside, Kitagami Yoru worriedly looked down at Kasumigaoka Utaha who was lying on the ground.

The collision between the two had occurred.

Unbeknownst to Kitagami Yoru, his forehead had struck Kasumigaoka Utaha’s jawbone.

Even someone with a little common sense would understand this.

The mandible is the only movable bone in the head and is particularly vulnerable because it lacks muscle or fat as protection. When struck, force is directly transmitted to the brainstem, causing damage to the cerebellum and resulting in loss of position sense, imbalance, dizziness, and other symptoms.

Observing a mixed martial arts fighter can help one understand this.

In the heat of the moment, Kitagami Yoru couldn’t think of anything immediately.

Even if he could, knocking someone out suddenly would make anyone afraid.

“Kasumigaoka Utaha?”

He called out Kasumigaoka Utaha’s name softly, not daring to move his eyes from her for even a moment, as he hurriedly stepped away.

He pulled out his phone and used the light from the flashlight app to shine on Kasumigaoka Utaha’s face.

Without the mood for appreciating her beauty, Kitagami Yoru quickly checked her head, especially the back of it.

He also didn’t have time to admire the girl’s appearance.

Black hair is quite annoying in this situation.

It’s smooth when you touch it.

She carefully pried open the door, shining a flashlight on one side.

“There’s no blood and no injury……”

“Where did Kasumigaoka Utaha get hit by you?”

“Why did she faint? What if……”

Kitagami Yoru doesn’t particularly like Kasumigaoka Utaha.

But he’s not willing to just stand by and let her lose her life.

“No, no… She’ll die this way. It’s too dramatic.”

He gently pried open Kasumigaoka Utaha’s eyelids and carefully examined her bloodshot eyes, letting out a breath of relief.

He’s seen similar eye expressions before when he overwhelmed Eriri.

“It must have been the fainting. Her head and mine collided……”

Kitagami Yoru’s forehead swelled with a bump and a bruise, and Kasumigaoka Utaha’s jaw couldn’t avoid it either.

Calming down, Kitagami Yoru lightly patted Kasumigaoka Utaha’s face.

No reaction.

Still a bit unsure, Kitagami Yoru started searching on his phone.

He decided against waking Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Online posts with medical certifications state that such situations generally won’t cause any issues. Fainting is the brain’s protective response, and waking up is the best outcome.

“You scared me half to death, and you scared yourself too….”

After confirming there was no harm done, Kitagami Yoru exhaled in relief and thoroughly inspected Kasumigaoka Utaha from head to toe.

A stranger.

He thought he was luring the academy’s top beauty, drugging her, and committing some evil act.

Generally speaking,

Or say it’s according to Kitagami Yoru’s notebook, which inserts a very intense male protagonist.

The beautiful girl faints.

Well, since the other person doesn’t know, you can kiss her, touch her, have some lewd fun, and take pictures.

A bit perverted.

Take off Kasumigaoka Utaha’s small leather shoes, grab that pair of tired black silk feet, press them on his face, and suck…

Anyone will have some uncontrollable impulses or thoughts in their hearts.

If you actually do such things, Kitagami Yoru still won’t do it.

Gently put down Kasumigaoka Utaha’s head and continue cleaning up the mess in the doorway.

The wet towel is being scrubbed…

Within a minute, Kitagami Yoru secures the trash bag, stretches his hand into the basin to wash it off.

Then the question arises.

“What do we do with this fainting Kasumigaoka Utaha?”

He glanced outside, just as a cold wind came blowing in.

Kasumigaoka Utaha doesn’t know when she’ll wake up.

“Should we leave her outside or bring her in?”

Kitagami Yoru begins to ponder, looking conflicted, and decides to take the wet basin back first.

Wash his hands.

After delaying for a few minutes, he finally decides to move Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Rubbing his chin with one hand, Kitagami Yoru grinds his teeth and bends down to grab Kasumigaoka Utaha’s arms.

Dragging this older, fat woman up despite her age, he carries her into the Apartment door.

He quickly closes the door.

Kneeling down, Kitagami Yoru efficiently removes Kasumigaoka Utaha’s small leather shoes from her feet.

To be honest…

His heart is racing and he feels tense.

A gentle finger tap, and off comes the left black shoe. Kitagami Yoru looked, then threw it on the ground.

One white foot, wearing black silk socks, walked all day. The nails are adorned with an enchanting blue nail polish, fitting for a girl like Kasumigaoka Utaha in style.

Now, at this moment.

Just a gentle nod from Kitagami Yoru allows one to smell that wonderful, alluring scent.

Dare not look much.

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