Heroine Regret 145
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 145
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
I really like Chika.
“Let’s meet at the original district.”
After buying flowers, Kitagami Yoru sends a message to Fujiwara Chika.
On this side of Aokawa, there are Gabriel and Kitagawa Marin. What if they meet?
Just a moment…
“Would that be a bit awkward?”
Holding the flowers, Kitagami Yoru heads to the nearby bus stop.
Original district is a place in Aokawa Ward.
The birthplace of Asian fashion culture, supposedly getting damp soon.
Thinking about the web addict Gabriel, there’s no way she’d be with Kitagawa Marin anywhere. Kitagami Yoru feels reassured.
The bus is slowly approaching, within ten minutes.
Holding a bouquet of flowers, Kitagami Yoru stands near the original district metro station, leaning on the railing while waiting.
Not too long yet.
In a day’s time, he can go on a date with Fujiwara Chika.
It’s really great!
……
After playing with his phone for a bit, Kitagami Yoru checks his time and occasionally glances toward the metro entrance.
A few minutes later…
A strikingly visible cute pink-haired girl in a stylish yet casual dress appears from the crowd.
“Chika.”
Kitagami Yoru excitedly calls out Fujiwara Chika’s name and looks up to her.
“Kitagami-san.”
Fujiwara Chika searches for Kitagami Yoru’s voice, turning around upon hearing it.
She sees Kitagami Yoru holding a bouquet of flowers.
At that moment, Fujiwara Chika feels a surge of joy, accompanied by a flush of shyness.
What’s with the flowers and all that….
“Ugh, you’re going to cheat on girls and beg me to bully you later!”
“I don’t want the flowers you’re giving me, it’ll just lead to more trouble….”
Fujiwara Chika thought to herself, hurrying towards Kitagami Yoru with her rosy lips pursed.
“Chika, are you in a hurry?”
Kitagami Yoru handed her a bottle of cold fruit juice.
“Not too bad, not that much of a hurry.”
Fujiwara Chika stood beside Kitagami Yoru, stealing a glance at the bouquet of flowers.
Just in time to quench her thirst, she took a sip.
“I don’t know if you’ll like them, but I’m giving them to you.”
Kitagami Yoru smoothly handed the small bouquet of flowers to Fujiwara Chika’s face.
He didn’t buy too big of a bouquet.
It wouldn’t be good if he gave it to her only to have her throw it away in the trash, would it?
If it were too big, it would be hard to make plans for a date, wouldn’t it?
“Thank you….”
Fujiwara Chika had been trying her best to control her reactions, but she still couldn’t help but reach out and take it.
“I like Chika the most.”
As she received the flowers, Kitagami Yoru suddenly leaned in close, speaking quickly into Fujiwara Chika’s ear.
“Huh? You?!”
The girl’s pale hand froze in mid-air, her face looking shocked and terrified as she raised her head to look at Kitagami Yoru.
Her small mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide and empty……
She was stunned for several seconds before Fujiwara Chika’s cute face suddenly turned bright red.
Originally, Kitagami Yoru giving her flowers in a crowded train station was already making Fujiwara Chika extremely shy and flustered.
And then…..
It’s over!
Why would you suddenly make such an exciting confession…?
Being a couple and having a relationship is about emotional value.
Normally, it’s about emotional worth.
I like you, you like me, we date each other, and both of us get our emotional needs satisfied.
But there’s also another possibility: a modern, independent young lady who makes her boyfriend buy things here or there without spending a dime.
Thinking of herself as superior…
“I don’t want anything!”
Fujiwara Chika, blushing furiously, pushes the flowers back to Kitagami Yoru with some effort.
That’s really playing dirty.
“Chika, are you embarrassed?”
Kitagami Yoru sees the expression on the girl’s face and feels a sense of satisfaction welling up inside him.
What could be better than one word to make such an outstanding top-tier young lady blush in his favor?
“No, no, I don’t care about you anymore.”
Fujiwara Chika lifts her other hand to cover her cute, blushing face and looks down at the ground while frantically shaking her head.
“Are they all already open?”
Kitagami Yoru crosses his arms and nonchalantly ignores it.
Just like that, he dumps her with relentless teasing, bullying Fujiwara Chika, the innocent pure young lady…
After waiting a long time, Fujiwara Chika finally doesn’t see Kitagami Yoru acting, so she looks up and says: “Take it away. Who even sent you flowers? Who likes you?”
The sound of her speaking has changed compared to usual.
It’s soft and crackling, making Kitagami Yoru feel all tingly inside—super tingly!
“Alright, Chika, if you don’t want me, I’ll just throw you away.”
Kitagami Yoru sighs and reluctantly takes the bouquet from her.
He’s acting as though he’s still in his right mind. Turning around, he searches for a nearby trash can.
“Kitagami-san, I hate you…..”
Fujiwara Chika isn’t crazy, how can she not see that Kitagami Yoru is lying to her.
With a shy smile, she quickly snatched the bouquet of flowers and held them tightly in her hands.
She assumed a bold stance, ready to challenge him if he dared throw them.
“Can’t you be more straightforward about it?”
Kitagami Yoru broke into laughter.
“With so many people around, what are you even saying?!”
Fujiwara Chika felt it was just too embarrassing to be in this situation.
Unfortunately, Kitagami Yoru wanted exactly this kind of reaction.
How could she not feel her emotions being stirred up inside?
“The more people say, the better.”
“If a stranger knows I like you, what’s the harm in that?”
Kitagami Yoru, not caring about anything, just shrugged casually.
“You’re such a troublemaker. Hit him.”
Hearing this, Fujiwara Chika’s ears burned as she threw the flowers at Kitagami Yoru with a soft toss.
They hit his shoulder and chest.
It was more like playful teasing between lovers than an actual throw.
Kitagami Yoru laughed joyfully, not bothering to respond.
“Don’t talk nonsense anymore. Understand?”
Taking a deep breath and calming her emotions, Fujiwara Chika assumed the serious demeanor of the Student Council president to warn Kitagami Yoru.
She felt contented in her heart.
If no one were around, her aunt might have burst out laughing.
It’s normal for a girl to feel shy and reserved.
“I’ll make sure to carry out Chika’s instructions.”
Kitagami Yoru quickly stood up, bowing formally.
Thump-thump, who is your master, huh-huh…
Fujiwara Chika sure knows how to entertain Kitagami Yoru…
While laughing and extending her hand, she goes to punch Kitagami Yoru’s waist.
“Alright, Chika, let’s go.”
Kitagami Yoru subtly dodges, while Sakurajima Mai also enjoys punching his waist.
That’s pretty intense!
“How long are you going to make me wait?”
With a smirk, Fujiwara Chika follows Kitagami Yoru without much thought, walking shoulder-to-shoulder.
“An hour, maybe.”
Kitagami Yoru conveniently gives her a number.
Considering the time with Gabriel, it’s more than enough at two hours.
“That’s quite a wait. Next time, let me know earlier.”
“What do you want to buy?”
Fujiwara Chika puts water into her bag, hesitantly glancing at Kitagami Yoru’s hand.
Should I hold your hand or not?
…….
“Let’s go shopping and then have dinner.”
“Have you thought about buying anything? What do you want to eat?”
Kitagami Yoru directly pulls her close, wrapping his arms around Fujiwara Chika’s waist.
“No, I can manage.”
Fujiwara Chika is perfectly fine; she’s happy just being with Kitagami Yoru.
Walking through Shinjuku’s streets, the two enjoy their time shopping and exploring.
They enter a fast fashion store in a trendy area to check out autumn/winter outfits.
“How about this coat?”
Kitagami Yoru has had a long time without measuring his height.
Even though he’s been growing rapidly, he’s still a few months away from being an adult.
A couple of centimeters more would be perfectly reasonable.
“I think this gray one looks better.”
Fujiwara Chika feels the fabric and checks the label.
It’s a foreign luxury brand.
Japan’s income level is average compared to other developed nations.
Regular people can still manage their expenses; it’s not too expensive.
“Well, I don’t really mind. You can look at it if you want.”
Kitagami Yoru doesn’t realize how good-looking and tall he is.
He just throws on some clothes as long as his brain isn’t fried, and he doesn’t try wearing girls’ clothing or eye-catching outfits.
It’s all good if it’s more than enough without needing to dress up.
Comfort is the only thing that matters when it comes to clothes.
Kitagami Yoru isn’t particularly passionate about shopping for clothes.
“Hmm, let’s take a look at this one.”
As the future Japan prime minister, Fujiwara Chika has plenty of pocket money to spend.
She wouldn’t hesitate to buy something for Kitagami Yoru either.
“Chika, are you going to help me buy it?”
Hearing Fujiwara Chika’s tone, Kitagami Yoru becomes curious and looks over.
“If you want it but can’t afford it, I can buy it for you.”
She whispers into his ear and bites his earlobe playfully.
There are customers in the store.
She feels a bit awkward about bringing it up directly.
“No need to worry, Chika’s just a small wealthy woman?”
Kitagami Yoru jokes and refuses to be treated like a kept man.
Of course, eating something like blowfish, he’s more than happy to.
“No.”
Fujiwara Chika replied with a smile and sprayed camellia perfume on purpose. The scent of the perfume floated into Kitagami Yoru’s nose.
“The scent of the perfume, Chika, you specifically sprayed it when you went out?”
Kitagami Yoru directly cast aside his desire to shop and began to size up the pink-haired girl beside him.
“It’s done….”
“How does it smell?”
Smiling, revealing a row of pearly white teeth, Fujiwara Chika took a step back, elegantly twirling around.
Wanting Kitagami Yoru to take a good look at herself.
“Smell, Chika-chan.”
Kitagami Yoru nodded, smiling indulgently.
They were originally out on a date, shopping was just an added bonus, and they might not even buy anything.
“Hmm….”
Fujiwara Chika stopped in her tracks, quickly glancing around at the customers and store employees.
Seeing that the store employees and passersby hadn’t noticed them, she let out a sigh of relief before responding to Kitagami Yoru’s praise.
“Looks like Chika is really happy with my praise, as expected, there’s no mistake.”
“Seems like she’s also a bit shy, feeling overwhelmed by the crowd?”
Unintentionally, Kitagami Yoru’s gaze fell on the coat, and he began to calculate Fujiwara Chika’s thoughts in his mind.
A mischievous idea gradually took shape in his heart, and he took Fujiwara Chika’s hand, leading her outside.
“Chika, did you do your hair today?”
“How did you do it?”
As if engaging in normal conversation between lovers, Kitagami Yoru asked casually.
“This is how you can tell, I just used an electric hair dryer and pressed it for a bit.”
Fujiwara Chika smiled happily.
Let’s go shopping again. I’m not too familiar with the area, so I don’t know what good food there is here.
Kitagami Yoru interjected.
“I’m here for the first time.”
Fujiwara Chika said.
“Huh? Really?”
Earlier, Kitagami Yoru was such a hopeless, lazy person that he wouldn’t even dare to come to Asakusa, this trendy holy place, once.
He couldn’t even leave his house, let alone venture out.
“Why would I lie to you?”
“Is it okay if I’m busy during the weekend? My family has pretty high expectations of me.”
Fujiwara Chika suddenly boldly hugged Kitagami Yoru’s arm.
Kitagami Yoru smiled at her.
She blushed and leaned against his shoulder.
“Do you dance, Chika?”
He playfully ruffled Fujiwara Chika’s pink hair before turning around and heading to the famous bamboo grove in Asakusa.
Weekend.
A narrow alley packed with people.
“Hmph.”
He let out a dismissive sigh and quickly dragged Fujiwara Chika away.
“Yeah, I can dance ballet and Latin. A little bit, anyway.”
Fujiwara Chika is more skilled in voice and language. Her mother is an diplomat, so she can call people using multiple languages.
“Ugh… snort…”
She knows multiple languages.
“What about your ligaments? Any issues there?”
Kitagami Yoru quietly thought to herself and gently touched Fujiwara Chika’s hair, laughing with a sense of wonder: “Chika, you’re truly excellent and so very lovely.”
How could such an outstanding and prestigious girl like her fall for someone like me?
Hah, ha?
“What’s wrong with you?”
Fujiwara Chika lifted her head, looking towards Kitagami Yoru.
“I… feel a bit off.”
“It doesn’t quite seem real…”
“The idea of me and Chika being together.”
Kitagami Yoru hesitated, then confessed her true feelings to Fujiwara Chika.
“I never said I was with you. Don’t lie like that.”
“You’re a bad one, Kitagami-san. You just lie to girls!”
Fujiwara Chika, looking adorable, puffed out her cheeks and lightly punched Kitagami Yoru’s chest.
They engaged in playful teasing while chatting casually.
Their interaction was very comfortable.
At the edge of their hometown, deep within a secluded alley at the corner.
There’s a shop with a classical or Showa-era style decor that feels like it’s from the Showa period.
As Kitagami Yoru walked along, she glanced inside hesitantly and pulled Fujiwara Chika back to turn away.
A blackboard stood at the entrance with a sign saying “No items for sale.”
“Is it really empty?”
Fujiwara Chika felt a bit curious and pointed to the blackboard, indicating to Kitagami Yoru.
“I see. There’s no one disturbing us; we can look around.”
Kitagami Yoru dragged Fujiwara Chika inside.
The shelves were neatly arranged and labeled with prices.
She quickly scanned the items, half mechanical crafts and half handmade pieces.
The price can be considered a bit high.
Mostly starting from three or four thousand yen.
Buying a small accessory.
“This necklace bracelet.”
Fujiwara Chika, with her curious eyes, lets go of Kitagami Yoru and walks over to pick it up and examine it.
There are a few surveillance cameras in the corner.
All angles covered, no blind spots being recorded.
Thieves are everywhere.
“Chika definitely doesn’t lack other things; buying a small accessory to give her would be quite suitable.”
“If that’s not enough, I can even have her treat me like a dog.”
Kitagami Yoru smirks unpleasantly.
The two, separated, browse the items they find interesting.
It’s clear that Kitagami Yoru doesn’t really enjoy shopping.
Picking and choosing, but nothing he likes.
“Chika, how about it?”
Giving up his selection, Kitagami Yoru turns back to look at Fujiwara Chika and asks.
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