Heroine Regret 42
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 42
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
In the messy place, Kitakami Yoru reviewed today’s homework, finished the minimal amount of assigned work, and laid back on the bed.
“Am I forgetting something?”
He was lazily lying on his back in a big character shape, staring at the white ceiling.
There was always a feeling that he had forgotten something unimportant.
Now he couldn’t even remember what it was.
“Forget it…”
He turned over, side-stepping to the bedside table, and pulled open a drawer.
Without looking, he randomly grabbed with his hand, and Kitakami Yoru pulled out two comic books.
One was about a classroom of ‘Big Lies’, where the story was set in an all-girls school, with one male student being bullied by the girls and teachers, they extorted money from him, and unexpectedly gave him a magical item that made the girls and teachers pregnant as revenge.
The other was hypnosis revenge, which followed the same pregnancy revenge plot, the protagonist, just like him, was an annoyingly bullied fat kid.
Every day he struggled to lose weight, ate little food, couldn’t eat enough, and craved food at the slightest hint of a scent.
He would sit for long periods, seriously listening to lectures he didn’t understand, then go home and study hard.
The painful torment made Kitakami Yoru feel exhausted both mentally and physically.
“Sigh~” After casually flipping through them once, Kitakami Yoru was already familiar with every detail, so he put the comics back on the bedside table.
“If only I had a magical item or ability like that…”
Kitakami Yoru rolled over and mumbled to himself.
“Of course, I still consider myself a good person.
When I have this ability, I’ll try my best to control it.
I can’t possibly use it on Hiratsuka-sensei, Yukinoshita, Kato Megumi, or Gabriel, right? What if it was Kasumigaoka Utaha or Shinomiya Kaguya…?”
Kitakami Yoru thought, narrowing his eyes and hesitating before becoming resolute.
He would be merciless, decisive, and let the blood flow like a river, staging a real-life story.
“Haha, thinking like this makes me feel a bit disgusted with myself.”
After a moment of silence, Kitakami Yoru chuckled softly and thought about Kato Megumi again.
Time passed quietly as Kitakami Yoru lay in bed for a while before giving up on his fantasies and getting up with gritted teeth.
Sleep was comfortable, but he couldn’t just sleep.
He went to the bathroom, turned on the heater, then to the kitchen to make his diet dinner.
He cooked a fixed amount of rice.
Kitakami Yoru took out two eggs and half an onion.
Beat the eggs and chop the onions into small pieces.
Pour a little oil into the pan, first stir-fry the chicken until cooked, then add the onions, some soy sauce, and salt.
Kitakami Yoru prepared his dinner, took out an unsweetened yogurt from the fridge, rich in probiotics, promoting digestion and helping with weight loss.
He ate the leftover baguette from the White Flag National Army breakfast, tore off a small piece, and soaked it in yogurt.
“What should I do with these two bags of cookies?” Kitakami Yoru looked at the top of the refrigerator and closed it again.
After preparing everything, Kitakami Yoru poured some cat food for San-san’s bowl and sat in front of the TV with San-san in his arms.
He had a habit of taking a shower before eating, feeling refreshed.
After exercising at night, he just rinsed off with water.
“San-san, I’m really envious of you, you have food and drinks, nothing to worry about, and you look so cute.”
Kitakami Yoru placed his palm on San-san’s head, gently stroking it, then turned on the TV.
Unfortunately, the Japan team lost.
The penalty shootout was played like trash, with no quality at all.
On the news, many agitated netizens started scolding.
Kitakami Yoru casually watched, waiting for the bathtub to heat up the water for a comfortable bath.
…
At this time, downstairs in the apartment building.
Aoyama Nanami held a bulging cloth bag and rushed upstairs, sweating profusely.
As soon as her shift ended, she hurried over with Kitakami Yoru’s raincoat and towel.
Soon it would be the discounted time at the supermarket; some vegetables and meat would be sold at a discount due to being not fresh anymore.
She needed to grab them, or she’d miss out.
Although she could eat discounted meals, Aoyama Nanami held onto the idea of saving money and still hesitated to buy them.
Soon, Aoyama Nanami arrived at Kitakami Yoru’s apartment door.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead and taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door with her fair little hand.
“Knock knock…”
“Who is it?”
Kitakami Yoru, holding San-san, stood up and looked at the door in surprise.
Clearly, he had forgotten about this.
But still holding San-san, he quickly walked over and opened the door.
“Kitakami-san…”
Aoyama Nanami tried her best to squeeze out a sincere smile.
But it was so forced that anyone could tell.
“Oh, it’s you.”
Kitakami Yoru opens the door with one hand and holds San-san in his arms.
Seeing the girl in a Shuchiiin Academy uniform in front of him, he finally remembers.
“Kitakami-san, thank you for lending me your raincoat and towel before.”
Aoyama Nanami is well prepared.
She hands Kitakami Yoru the neatly folded raincoat and white towel from her backpack.
“I’ve washed them all clean and dried them, I’m really grateful.”
Aoyama Nanami sincerely thanks him, her gaze moving from Kitakami Yoru’s face to the white towel.
Kitakami Yoru takes it and nods lightly.
“Ano, that…
Aoyama Nanami’s gaze falls on the white towel, feeling some hesitation and shyness in her heart.
It’s…
It’s the white towel she used to dry herself with that day.
She was soaked and used this towel to wipe from her hair to her toes.
This included private parts.
Even the dirty and embarrassing places were not an exception.
Aoyama Nanami bites her soft lips, hesitating whether to ask for the white towel back.
She could buy a new one and return it.
She heard that boys only have one towel, used for face and body.
Thinking about Kitakami Yoru using this towel, which she had used on her private parts and dirty places, to wipe his face and body.
Aoyama Nanami feels embarrassed.
“How can that be…”
As Aoyama Nanami thinks about it, she becomes distracted and her expression and eyes betray her shyness.
Kitakami Yoru, who wanted to close the door, sees Aoyama Nanami’s expression and stops.
He notices that the girl in front of him keeps looking at the white towel.
After a moment of surprise, he realizes.
“You want this white towel, right?” Kitakami Yoru speaks directly.
“Haha, I…I’m not…” Aoyama Nanami is caught off guard and hurriedly waves her hands.
“You used it, so I don’t want it anymore.”
Seeing this reaction, Kitakami Yoru understands.
“Then, I’ll return a new one or buy it from you.”
Aoyama Nanami shrinks her head and answers softly, quickly taking back the white towel.
Kitakami Yoru is giving her a way out, she knows it.
“Phew, that’s great.”
Aoyama Nanami is relieved and thinks gratefully.
If a towel that’s been used on private and dirty areas is taken by Kitakami Yoru, she would feel uncomfortable.
It doesn’t matter if Kitakami Yoru is the person she likes or not.
Besides, she doesn’t have a favorite person.
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