Heroine Regret 139
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 139
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Anything can happen.
Aoyama Nanami sat down, quickly blinking her eyes, looking clearly surprised and excited.
“Is that so? Th… thank you…”
“Nanami, go ahead and order.”
“Sure, I’ll treat you.”
Kitagami Yoru set down his matcha ice drink.
“Okay.”
Like a quail, Aoyama Nanami shrunk her shoulders, picking up the tablet to order.
She tapped the menu and glanced over, stealing a peek at Kitagami Yoru from behind the tablet’s screen using her peripheral vision.
“Kitagami-san complimented me on being beautiful. Is there some hidden meaning to that?”
“It’s probably just a straightforward compliment about the outfit I chose.”
Aoyama Nanami, who loved details and was having a good time with Kitagami Yoru.
It’s impossible.
Being together without that layer of connection is the same for anyone, regardless of gender.
“Kitagami-san, what would you like to eat?”
Aoyama Nanami randomly chose two dishes and looked at Kitagami Yoru.
“I won’t order anymore. You should get the expensive ones.”
Kitagami Yoru responded.
It’s self-service, so I can’t just eat the cheap stuff all by myself.
Eating cheap food is a basic human instinct.
“Okay, how about some swordfish?”
Aoyama Nanami flipped through the menu.
There’s more than just sushi here—even regular beef and black hair.
After thinking carefully, Aoyama Nanami had forgotten that this was a self-service restaurant when she placed her order.
Now, hurry and cancel those two dishes and replace them with expensive ingredients.
“Fortunately, I didn’t confirm it, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to back out.”
“I’ve already ordered.”
After feeling satisfied, Aoyama Nanami hands the tablet with her order to Kitagami Yoru for use.
Kitagami Yoru shakes his head in response.
This restaurant used to operate through a self-service kiosk system.
A recent news report mentioned that a high school student intentionally destroyed the restaurant by licking serving plates and sauce bottles.
They completely ruined this country’s largest and most prestigious self-service sushi restaurant.
Now, they’re using only manual service.
Not long after,
Sushi plates are being delivered one by one, and both Kitagami Yoru and Aoyama Nanami aren’t holding back.
Picking up their chopsticks, they dive right in.
After placing a slice of goldfish on his plate, Kitagami Yoru chews it while looking at Aoyama Nanami.
After swallowing, he asks with a slight curiosity: “Nanami, are you and your boyfriend broken up?”
As soon as the question is out, Aoyama Nanami leans back on the sofa, looking puzzled.
“Huh?… pervert?”
“Kitagami-san… you’re saying it’s a devilish thing?”
With rice in his mouth, Aoyama Nanami mumbles unclearly, and Kitagami Yoru can still hear him.
“Your boyfriend?”
Kitagami Yoru puts down his chopsticks and looks at Aoyama Nanami.
After forcing down the food in his mouth, Aoyama Nanami takes a sip of her drink and quickly says: “What boyfriend?!”
She doesn’t know anything about it!
The look of confusion and bewilderment on her face is even stronger than Kitagami Yoru’s.
“Huh? That person… Who are you?”
Kitagami Yoru couldn’t remember the name for a moment.
“Kitagami-san, are you mistaken?”
“I’ve never had a boyfriend!”
Aoyama Nanami explained anxiously, afraid that Kitagami Yoru wouldn’t believe him.
“Huh? That’s not right, that…”
“It happened a long time ago… I remember…”
Kitagami Yoru tried to recall.
At that time, he was still that disgusting fat otaku.
Looking at Kitagami Yoru’s reaction, Aoyama Nanami suddenly realized. Frowning, he said:
“Is it KandaSorata?”
“It’s him, yes!”
Kitagami Yoru nodded vigorously and met Aoyama Nanami’s eyes.
“I have never liked him, and I have never dated anyone since I was a child.”
“At that time…”
“I remember he came to you and asked you if he was my boyfriend?”
Aoyama Nanami had a very clear memory of this incident.
“Yes, yes.”
Kitagami Yoru continued to nod, thinking to himself: “So it was a misunderstanding? No wonder…”
“Kitagami-san, didn’t I explain to you at that time?”
“I forgot, really, I really didn’t date him.”
After receiving a positive answer, Aoyama Nanami began to worry that Kitagami Yoru would misunderstand him, and tried desperately to explain.
“I should be the one to say sorry, I have always misunderstood.”
Kitagami Yoru waved his hand.
It’s like this.
Aoyama Nanami is both concerned and eager.
After clearing the misunderstanding, the atmosphere suddenly becomes awkward.
Aoyama Nanami has no choice but to use food to ease her mind.
She bites a piece of beef and secretly glances at Kitagami Yoru, muttering to herself:
“Kitagami-san approached me for a meal.”
“Complimenting my appearance and asking if I’ve broken up with my boyfriend……”
“Could it be…?”
“He too?”
Her heart races wildly, causing her to choke on the beef she’s chewing. She quickly regains consciousness.
“But Kitagami-san and Yukinoshita Yukino……”
“And that night with Fujiwara-san, the hair on his clothing…..”
She raises her head, struggling to maintain eye contact as she quickly scans Kitagami Yoru’s handsome face.
Should I ask?
“No, maybe not.”
“Perhaps it’s all just coincidences. Kitagami-san is straightforward; how could he like me and be interested in me……”
“It must be a misunderstanding.”
“I still feel so guilty about it.”
The color of her eyes gradually fades, becoming dim and lifeless. Aoyama Nanami lowers her head and continues eating quietly.
Her guilt and remorse towards Kitagami Yoru have reached an extreme level.
She feels so bad that she’s been using her friend as a secret fantasy object, even though her friend has been treating her well.
“Kitagami-san knows, I believe I think of myself as a lowly and undesirable girl.”
“He would look down on me and dislike me….”
“Chewing noisily, Aoyama Nanami almost broke down in tears.”
“How does it feel like Nanami likes me too?”
Kitagami Yoru took the opportunity while Aoyama Nanami was looking down to start fantasizing.
“I must be imagining things, right?”
“It feels like Chika is better off alone.”
“Can’t it be that everyone likes me?”
“Definitely a hallucination.”
Shaking his head, Kitagami Yoru dismissed these thoughts as jokes and continued eating.
The self-service meal lasts for 90 minutes.
No wastefulness. Ruining your health isn’t worth it.
Sufficiently full, slightly stuffed.
Kitagami Yoru patted his bloated stomach while resting on the sofa: “You ate well, Nanami. Did you finish?”
“I’m pretty much done too.”
Aoyama Nanami didn’t want to waste food, so she continued eating while apologizing.
She felt like she could eat a few more.
“Don’t overeat or it’ll hurt your body.”
Kitagami Yoru reminded her once.
“Kitagami-san, are we still on AA?”
Nodding slightly, Aoyama Nanami apologized again.
“As friends, why did I invite you to dinner?”
“No problem. Next time, you can invite me back.”
In Japan, people are used to AA, even in couple relationships.
Usually, they regret AA.
That kind of angel who expects the guy to pay is also a thing.
But it’s not too much.
“I’ll come back next time.”
Aoyama Nanami feels a bit awkward about this.
She has the personality of an old-fashioned good person.
“Yeah, Nanami is really easy to get along with….”
Kitagami Yoru bends over, supporting his elbows on the table, staring straight at Aoyama Nanami.
Looking at the bowl and eating from the pot.
That’s what he is!
“How… how is that?” Aoyama Nanami puts down her chopsticks and asks.
If you’re being watched by someone you like, then… wouldn’t everyone feel strange about it?
“You eat yours, I’ll eat mine.”
Kitagami Yoru smiles and shakes his head.
Such a jerk.
He suddenly thinks, if he were a good female friend…
For example, Gabriel, Kato Megumi, or the current Aoyama Nanami…
Interacting with other men.
Just him, Kitagami Yoru feels a cold shiver and a sense of loss.
Everyone has possessiveness.
Kitagami Yoru’s feelings are equally strong, yet he can’t bear to deceive these innocent friends.
Once the truth comes out, it would ruin their lives, even their friendships.
But if he sees, for example, Aoyama Nanami interacting with someone else, Kitagami Yoru feels even worse.
He insists on choosing one. He chooses the first option.
“If this were a society that allowed polygamy…”
“Or maybe it’s better if we can get along with each other.”
“You can’t just take everything and threaten people, right?”
Well, it’s just a thought. Kitagami Yoru wouldn’t intentionally try to control you; he’d probably just let his imagination run wild.
Five minutes later.
Aoyama Nanami blushed slightly and stood up after finishing her meal.
At the sink.
She was brushing her makeup, frequently glancing back at the mirror with a shy look.
“Kitagami-san is staring at me. What’s going on with that?”
“My face is red; did he see it?”
“Oh my, I can’t hide it anymore… It’s so embarrassing.”
Her delicate toes gently tapped against the shoe’s sole as Aoyama Nanami hesitated for a while before gathering the courage to step out.
“Should we rest a bit, or go home now?”
It’s not too late. Kitagami Yoru probably wants to go home and take a bath.
“Let’s go home.”
Aoyama Nanami considered her options.
Leaving the sushi place, she would walk to the train station and then take a train back home.
Along the way, Kitagami Yoru bought two cups of hot milk tea. He gave one to Aoyama Nanami and they took the elevator home.
The night settled like a blanket over the city.
In the second-floor apartment, on the platform outside the building.
“I’m really happy tonight, Kitagami-san.”
Aoyama Nanami shyly stood before Kitagami Yoru.
“I am too. Next time, if you’re free—”
Kitagami Yoru didn’t think much about it.
“Well… Can I… hold your hand?”
Aoyama Nanami has been thinking about this since yesterday.
“Hold me?”
“Hm? Why?”
Kitagami Yoru responded with a smile, suspiciously staring at Aoyama Nanami.
The gaze was brimming with implied questioning.
“Don’t think too much; I just wanted to thank you for your help and care during this time.”
“Earlier, I never properly thanked you.”
A single look nearly caused Aoyama Nanami to lose control, rushing to explain hurriedly.
Fortunately, the corridor was quite dim.
Otherwise…
Aoyama Nanami began to scheme against Kitagami Yoru, but intentionally chose this spot for the hug.
“Hug me, please.”
Kitagami Yoru opened his arms, gesturing for Aoyama Nanami to approach.
“Hm, hug me, thank you.”
Aoyama Nanami swallowed nervously, her legs trembling as she approached.
The hardest part was already said.
Then, Aoyama Nanami daringly approached and hugged him, placing her pillow on Kitagami Yoru’s left shoulder.
The man’s unique hormone scent knocked open the heavy gates of his skull.
“Good smell….”
The girl silently counted down in her mind before separating.
“Voice acting exam, good luck!”
After separating, Kitagami Yoru looked on as he encouraged Aoyama Nanami.
“I’ll do my best.”
Aoyama Nanami froze, her emotions collapsing in an instant.
“I need someone to practice. So come find me.”
This is the most important thing for Aoyama Nanami, and Kitagami Yoru is very willing to help.
“Goodbye.”
She waved her hands, lingering with a look at Kitagami Yoru’s face as she walked up the stairs.
The girl bid farewell to the man she loved, still savoring the warmth of the hug, as she quickly ascended the stairs.
She fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling as she inserted them into the lock and turned firmly.
“Click-clack—” one sound.
The moment she opened the apartment door, Aoyama Nanami quickly stepped inside.
Inside, it was dark; no lights were on.
She didn’t hurry to turn on the lights or take off her shoes. Leaning against the door, she took deep breaths.
Until now.
She finally allowed herself to release her joy and shyness.
“I just… I actively went to hug Kitagami-san.”
“Oh… the scent of Kitagami-san’s body is so nice! So nice!”
“That’s so bold, so unimaginable…”
Smiling to herself at her daring actions, Aoyama Nanami found herself unconsciously placing a small hand in front of her nose.
She sniffed lightly, trying to catch the lingering scent of Kitagami Yoru’s presence.
She wondered if what she was doing was appropriate.
“Is this okay?”
Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.
She felt around, first putting on her shoes before turning on the lights.
“If Kitagami-san has a girlfriend…”
“I still want to go and hug him. Is this absolutely not allowed?”
But even a purely good idea, in Aoyama Nanami’s mind, began to surface.
Despite being at her own home, Aoyama Nanami felt as though she was doing something illicit.
After some time, she entered the bathroom.
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she returned to the bedroom to complete her homework.
She practiced dubbing.
Time moved past 10:30.
In bed, Aoyama Nanami left only a small table lamp by her pillow. Clutching her beloved stuffed tiger, Kitaragami Yoru, she drifted off to sleep.
Closing her eyes, all she could think about was the embrace she had shared with Kitagami Yoru just moments ago.
“Kitagami-san… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry….”
“Hmm… Hmm… Kitagami-san……”
“I love you so much, I’d do anything to atone for my sins for you….”
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, yeah…..!”
Deep night.
Kitagami Yoru held San-san close as he slept peacefully, unaware of the one who was thinking about him.
Morning came.
As usual, the weather outside was pleasant, making it easy to stay in bed.
Thanks to Kitagami Yoru’s discipline from his training, she didn’t delay in waking up.
She put on slippers and stretched for about ten minutes before heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Breakfast and lunch were still bento meals.
Alongside Gabriel, she went to school.
Nothing happened that day.
In the morning, Kitagami Yoru was playing his phone while chatting with three girls simultaneously during class.
“Good morning, Sakurajima-senpai.”
“Is that right? Gabriel is pretty laid-back, into gaming.”
“Are you serious? You’ve played this game too? Even a girl can do it?”
Kitagami Yoru sends messages in order to Sakurajima Mai and Satania, as well as Kitagawa Marin.
Sakurajima Mai might still be asleep and hasn’t replied yet.
As for the other two, they’re classmates from the same school.
Kitagami Yoru is in class while reading, just like them.
“I’m stuck on nightmare difficulty. I can’t get a high enough satisfaction level; that Student Council president is really tough to figure out.”
Kitagawa Marin responds with someone she doesn’t recognize in her messages, talking about a 16+ rated love game.
“There are so many strategies online, like using one move to get 99 roses and trigger a hidden story.”
Kitagami Yoru quickly types out the well-known plot as she recalls it.
They’re talking about a love game released two years ago by a new studio. It’s drawn by a real sister, with cute and popular voice acting.
As soon as it was released, even physical copies had a temporary shortage, and the price skyrocketed due to reselling.
“Is that right? But I don’t want to look at strategies; I’m so confused.”
“Why did you just blurt it out like that…?”
In the classroom.
Kitagawa Marin sets her phone down, grabs her hair aggressively, and lets out a sarcastic comment.
“You know how you feel when you watch movies or TV shows—how much you hate spoilers?”
Kitagami Yoru smiles.
“How do you know that?”
Kitagawa Marin can say she’s got a compulsion about this kind of thing.
She just wants to rely on her own strength and successfully clear the game without looking at others’ strategies or using cheats.
Looking at other people’s guides or walkthroughs, you always end up with a husband in a luxury car worth 30 million, like some secondhand item.”
Even then, it’s not as good as the real thing.
“You should pay attention to what Student Council president said and try out the school or her family.”
Well, that’s a reminder.
“Is that so?”
“Normal communication, right?”
Kitagawa Marin poses the question.
“There’s no one successful in attacking Student Council Chairman without triggering a hidden plotline.”
“Does she still like this?”
Kitagami Yoru lazily stretches and lets out a yawn.
“Does liking games have anything to do with being a girl?”
“Wait, you don’t know me?”
Kitagawa Marin hits the nail on the head, saying this is a girl’s intuition.
“I don’t recognize you.”
Kitagami Yoru looks confused and puts on an air of ignorance.
“Who have you been talking to lately?”
Miura Yumiko, unable to hold her curiosity, takes advantage of the moment when Kitagami Yoru looks up to ask.
“Nothing to do with Miura-san, right?”
Kitagami Yoru looks at Miura Yumiko, focusing on her face.
Just then, a message comes from Kitagawa Marin.
“Kitagawa Marin isn’t into cos, is she?”
“Maybe I should try…cos-ing Miura-san…”
Looking at the golden-haired girl before him, Kitagami Yoru has a strange thought about this.
“Well, forget it! Cut it out!”
Miura Yumiko looks annoyed, glances toward the door, then turns back and continues.
“What did you mean by what you said yesterday?”
“There’s nothing special about it, I just have a normal relationship with Ebina-san.”
Kitagami Yoru started to feel a bit frustrated.
“This weird otaku group, man….”
“You and I are also on normal terms, why can’t you see that?”
Miura Yumiko showed a displeased expression, pursed her lips and said:
“Get closer, and I’ll tell you….”
Kitagami Yoru let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart, hooked his finger towards Miura Yumiko.
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