Heroine Regret 146
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 146
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Private Cinema
“I haven’t seen anything worth liking.”
Fujiwara Chika shook her head, putting the items back in their original place.
“The price markup is extremely high; it’s all some kind of IQ tax.”
Kitagami Yoru gently lifted Fujiwara Chika’s soft little hand and led her out of the empty store.
Unlike the typical high school romance comedy.
In real life, a couple wouldn’t spend a fortune to act as fools for someone else’s benefit.
“That jewelry store—I feel like they’re trying to make people spend money online by hiring fake accounts to inflate demand.”
“Scamming the gullible.”
Leaving the area around their hostel and heading to the streets outside.
The bustling electrical wires crisscrossing through the alleyways.
“Not only scamming locals, but also tourists from abroad, following the trend of forced consumption?”
Fujiwara Chika thought about this point.
“Hmm, are you hungry?”
Kitagami Yoru smiled and nodded.
“It’s fine, take your time; see what you can eat.”
Fujiwara Chika didn’t rush, looking up at the sky as she spoke.
It was almost noon.
They walked and explored, buying a small octopus cake to fill their stomachs. Kitagami Yoru and Fujiwara Chika arrived on the side of Omotesando.
The same Japan’s top-tier area filled with artistic style.
“Help me take a photo as a keepsake.”
Fujiwara Chika was struggling to walk, handing her phone to Kitagami Yoru.
“My photography skills aren’t very good, you know.”
Kitagami Yoru took it with a smile, and told Fujiwara Chika first.
“But Chika is so cute, it’s okay if she’s a little ugly, right?”
“Isn’t that right, Chika-chan?”
Kitagami Yoru winked at Fujiwara Chika proudly and teased her, not giving her a chance to speak.
“I know I’m cute, don’t keep repeating it!”
Fujiwara Chika was a little nervous, saying this, but she was actually very happy.
Jogging to find the target building, Fujiwara Chika posed, and kept adjusting the posture from Kitagami Yoru received feedback from her expression.
“Is it done?”
Kitagami Yoru asked Fujiwara Chika through the camera of her mobile phone.
“Okay, okay, take the photo.”
Fujiwara Chika replied quickly and quickly shut up.
Kitagami Yoru pressed the shutter button, and a click sounded…
The photo was saved.
It was just okay.
After taking the photo, Fujiwara Chika ran back and took back the phone to check it carefully.
After gritting her teeth and thinking about it, she looked at Kitagami Yoru and asked: “It doesn’t seem good, what do you think?”
“It’s very pretty, I think it’s very pretty, it doesn’t matter how you take the photo.”
Kitagami Yoru smiled and touched his nose, and suddenly reached out to hug Fujiwara Chika.
He placed his chin on the top of Fujiwara Chika’s head and said softly: “Chika is the prettiest, I like Chika the most…”
He had an intimate date with Sakurajima Mai yesterday, and he also went to see Gabriel in the morning and admired her taking off her clothes.
Now Kitagami Yoru can actually say such words without any guilt.
Honestly…
It’s all over…
Absolutely, not worth it at all…..
“Umm… huh… heh…”
Fujiwara Chika lets out a meaningless cooing sound and then pushes Kitagami Yoru back a few steps before muttering a sarcastic laugh.
She raises her head, glaring furiously at Kitagami Yoru, looking like she’d like to disappear into a hole in the ground from embarrassment.
Random…
No, why would he suddenly tell the truth?
“Chika-chan, I’m hungry. Let’s go have lunch together.”
Kitagami Yoru smiles and moves closer to Fujiwara Chika, but she dodges him.
“So he’s trying to charm you, does he have a secret behind your back?”
Fujiwara Chika pretends to be angry, pointing at Kitagami Yoru and questioning him.
Unfortunately, that won’t work…
It’s completely ineffective.
“Chika, let’s eat.”
Kitagami Yoru giggles softly, his inner peace as calm as a lake.
How stable…
“Alright, I won’t tolerate you talking like that on the streets anymore. If you do, I’ll ignore you completely.”
Fujiwara Chika hesitates and walks toward Kitagami Yoru, her eyes warning him.
“You said you wouldn’t speak to me last time.”
“But now you’re just coming right up to me.”
Kitagami Yoru doesn’t seem worried at all, dragging Fujiwara Chika’s small hand toward the nearest street.
Actually, yeah.
Fujiwara Chika’s behavior and demeanor can be understood as that of a shy, introverted boy because of some incident where he excelled and was forcibly dragged into the spotlight by his favorite girl to be praised.
Social anxiety is resistant to standing out and being noticed, yet inwardly yearning for acceptance, especially when it comes from someone he likes.
So, you can probably interpret it like this.
Approximately, it’s about a hundred meters away.
“Want to have hot pot?”
Fujiwara Chika’s line of sight passes by a shop named 196°C and then settles on the hot pot shop sign.
“I can’t eat spicy, Chika can handle it, can she?”
Kitagami Yoru looks at Fujiwara Chika and asks.
Generally, Japanese people aren’t big on eating spicy stuff.
The level of spiciness they can handle is similar to that of southern China regions.
“No, I need it just a tiny bit spicy.”
Fujiwara Chika drags Kitagami Yoru inside.
Hot pot has been in Japan for many years now; the Japanese are not unfamiliar with this Chinese cuisine.
Pushing open the door.
The comforting cold air hits them both immediately, causing a shiver to run down their spines.
They order a duck hot pot with one tomato and one slightly spicy option.
During lunch, Fujiwara Chika pulls out her phone to take a picture, dragging Kitagami Yoru into a group shot.
“There’s someone sitting over there; why don’t you kiss Chika for me?”
Kitagami Yoru smirks, showing off his teeth as he laughs.
“Nope, only when no one’s around can I kiss her.”
Fujiwara Chika firmly refuses, flipping her eyes at him in disbelief.
“I’m going to the restroom.”
Kitagami Yoru drinks the whole glass of drink in one go and goes into the restroom.
Unbuckling the belt’s drawstring, Kitagami Yoru lets out a long sigh:
“It’s not good to be too big either….”
Pressing the flush button on the toilet, Kitagami Yoru sits down and sends a message to Gabriel.
“How is it, Gabriel.”
Inside the dessert shop.
Gabriel holds a massive ice cream in his hands, with a smooth, sweet tongue constantly licking it.
Kitagawa Marin sits across from him, eating a crispy, crumbly cookie while scrolling through her phone.
Ding.
The phone lights up automatically after a sound, showing a message from Kitagami Yoru.
Hearing the sound, Kitagawa Marin reminds Gabriel: “Gab, Kitagami-san sent you a message.”
Gabriel, focused on licking his ice cream, notices this only after being reminded.
Picking up the phone to check it, he replies with a single word: “It’s fine.”
“OK, no problem.”
He sends a reply with an emoji before putting his phone back and leaving the restroom.
“Gab, your relationship with Kitagami-san seems better than I imagined.”
“He’s really good-looking, don’t you think?”
Kitagawa Marin is curious and asks about their relationship.
“Yes, he is very good-looking.”
Gabriel recalls Kitagami Yoru with a blank expression and says disinterestedly:
“You don’t like him? How can you have such a good relationship with someone you don’t like?”
Kitagawa Marin is puzzled.
As an angel, Gabriel is absorbed in his video games and doesn’t understand human emotions.
Immediately, she asks him to go back.
“Like it? Shouldn’t you like it?”
“People who like each other should be together, right?”
………
After having lunch, Kitagami Yoru and Fujiwara Chika rested for an hour inside the hot pot restaurant before leaving.
As soon as they stepped out, a oppressive heat wave hit them.
Staying too long in the air-conditioned room is normal when you step outside.
“Kitagami-san, let’s find a place to rest for a bit; you look exhausted.”
“I want to rest.”
Fujiwara Chika is so tired she doesn’t want to move at all.
“That bouquet, do you plan to keep it forever?”
Kitagami Yoru nods and then questions Fujiwara Chika.
“Yes.”
Embarrassed, Fujiwara Chika agrees.
“This flower is already dead; trying to replant it won’t work.”
Kitagami Yoru shrugs his shoulders.
“Is that so?”
When Fujiwara Chika receives the flowers, she is struck by the idea of nurturing this bouquet.
Hearing Kitagami Yoru say that, everyone loses their mind.
“No problem. After all, I’m basically your people; a few flowers won’t matter.”
Kitagami Yoru smiles playfully and leans close to Fujiwara Chika’s ear, whispering.
“You’re not one of them. Cut it out.”
Fujiwara Chika knocked into Kitagami Yoru, staring at the bouquet in her hands, with a hesitant look in her eyes.
Alright, alright.
Lost and gone…
“Find a private movie theater, book a room to rest—get through this time?”
Kitagami Yoru gently pulled up Fujiwara Chika’s hand, making the proposal.
Thinking it over for a while, Fujiwara Chika naturally agreed to leave her energy intact.
Half an hour later.
Inside a private movie theater room with a playful decor style.
Fujiwara Chika, her face twisted in anger, yanked at Kitagami Yoru’s arm, accusing him: “Kitagami-san, is that really what you’re thinking about?”
“Say good and rest…”
“How… how did you bring me here?”
After saying that, Fujiwara Chika stood by the door, her expression a mix of curiosity and something else as she observed this highly private room.
How embarrassing…..
“Chika, you agreed to it just now.”
“We’re here just to rest, right? The environment shouldn’t matter, should it?”
“I won’t force you to do anything, so are you scared of me?”
Kitagami Yoru comforted Fujiwara Chika with a sense of inevitability, gently patting her back.
If Fujiwara Chika really felt that way, he wouldn’t approve—it would be beneath him.
“It’s almost there; don’t get any wild ideas!”
She lifted her refined chin slightly and gathered her courage.
After all, she was here sneaking off to meet Kitagami Yoru while hiding from her family.
How could she not be scared?
“Watch a movie or rest for a bit?” Kitagami Yoru thoughtfully tore open the one-time slippers, handing her a pair.
I’m resting.
Fujiwara Chika is leaning against the wall to take off her shoes.
“Huh?”
“Oh, it’s so thin.”
At this point, Kitagami Yoru notices that Fujiwara Chika is wearing white silk stockings.
Silk stockings come in various shades.
The deeper the shade, the darker the color of the silk stockings.
Without paying much attention to Fujiwara Chika’s pair of white, smooth legs, Kitagami Yoru has been eyeing her a bit more closely without trying to hide his gaze.
“No thinking about H stuff in your head.”
“This place is……”
For the innocent Fujiwara Chika, this must be quite overwhelming, as the pink paint matches her hair color very closely.
“Did you feel any odor after walking all day?”
Kitagami Yoru raises an eyebrow and gets up from the bed.
He goes to the projection screen, uses a remote to start the projector.
After waiting for a moment, he also selects a movie to play and tells Fujiwara Chika, who is lying on the big bed, “I’ve worked up a sweat; I’m going to take a bath.”
“Chika, how do you feel about this?”
“Oh.”
Fujiwara Chika buries her face in the soft pillow and doesn’t want to move much.
Smiling, Kitagami Yoru lets Fujiwara Chika rest as she wishes.
After that, he goes into the bathroom for a warm bath, feeling refreshed afterward.
“Are you done?”
Fujiwara Chika asked politely.
“Okay, Chika, you can go ahead and take your bath if you want.”
Kitagami Yoru walked to the edge of the bed, flipped onto it, and pulled the blanket over him.
He didn’t seem tired at all.
With a pillow, he started watching a movie.
The movie was serious, but there were also some not-so-serious ones…
It’s free for businesses to offer this kind of service.
“Hmm.”
Exhausted Fujiwara Chika didn’t want to waste words now.
After taking a bath, she walked out and lay back on the bed, closing her eyes to rest.
Kitagami Yoru lowered the volume of the movie to make Fujiwara Chika feel drowsy.
He set his phone’s alarm, and a soft sound became sleep music in her ear.
Two hours later…
The first to wake up was Fujiwara Chika, sitting up on the bed feeling refreshed!
“Ha!”
She let out a yawn, her eyes gleaming with determination and energy.
The movie had finished playing, and it automatically switched to the next one.
“Still not awake?”
“How long did I sleep?”
Fujiwara Chika calmed down after that burst of energy, slanted her gaze at the sleeping Kitagami Yoru, and grumbled by grinding her teeth.
Then she just stared at his profile, unable to hold back a silly giggle.
Kitagami Yoru was awakened by Fujiwara Chika’s laughter. Since he was already awake from shallow sleep, he opened his eyes and sat up.
He groaned as he rubbed his temples, then turned to face Fujiwara Chika: “Rise?”
What’s it been, an hour or so?
Fujiwara Chika seems full of energy, so I guess she’ll be going to bed tonight.
“Two hours or so, yeah. My alarm clock didn’t go off.”
Kitagami Yoru looks at Fujiwara Chika’s slightly messy hair and suddenly bursts out laughing, charging forward.
In the girl’s desperate scream, one hand pins Fujiwara Chika down, while the other roughly lifts her chin.
“Kiss me?”
Kitagami Yoru, acting as if questioning, raises his eyebrows.
Thinking Fujiwara Chika would either shy away or firmly refuse, he’s surprised by her unusual behavior.
Instead of rejecting him or refusing outright, the unusually bashful Fujiwara Chika simply nods in a shy manner and closes her eyes, slightly lifting her face.
Waiting for Kitagami Yoru to make the next move.
Kissing stuff, Fujiwara Chika feels comfortable and likes it too…
But mainly, today’s Kitagami Yoru managed to please Fujiwara Chika so much.
So she could…
……..
…………
“Just one kiss!”
Fujiwara Chika’s hand touches Kitagami Yoru’s lips, her face flushing red as she says.
“Alright, alright.”
Kitagami Yoru has no choice but to nod, intentionally showing a displeased expression and muttering, “One kiss isn’t enough. Ten wouldn’t either.”
His words, spoken with deliberate emphasis, float into Fujiwara Chika’s ears.
Letting Kitagami Yoru kiss her confused state, she kicks him lightly with her foot.
“There’s still some time. Let’s rest for a while and watch a movie.”
“Wait, let’s go to the beach and have some fun while watching the sunset.”
The weather today is really nice. Kitagami Yoru said that while grabbing Fujiwara Chika’s foot.
With one foot caught, Fujiwara Chika quickly switched to the other.
“You must be tired after all that walking.”
“I’ll give you a foot massage. Don’t move; just relax.”
Kitagami Yoru was tapping his calculator with a rhythmic sound.
If it were Yukinoshita Yukino, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Sakurajima Mai, or Eriri, they’d definitely call him a weirdo!
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