Heroine Regret 93
by TINY FAN FICTIONHeroine Regret 93
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Izumi Sagiri’s evil plan
“Are you guys really a couple or what?”
“Don’t get nervous, just relax.”
“We won’t eat you.”
This group of girls surrounds Aoyama Nanami, all talking at once and not giving her a chance to speak.
“Shut up!”
Desperate for work, Aoyama Nanami finally loses her temper and shouts out loud.
The moment she says it, the noise suddenly stops.
“I’m not… in a relationship with…..Kitagami-san.”
“We’re just friends, okay?”
After the silence, Aoyama Nanami quickly says:
“Is that so?!”
“So you guys aren’t in a relationship…..”
“That’s good….”
“What does Kitagami-san like to eat?”
“What kind of girls does he like?”
But after a moment of silence, this group of chattering girls, like little birds in spring, asks again.
Aoyama Nanami is overwhelmed and covers her ears, her brain spinning fast.
Suddenly, she jumps up high, pointing towards a distant place and shouts loudly: “Kitagami-san!”
Gah!
The group of girls, not noticing, turns their attention elsewhere.
“Ugh~”
She quickly sneaks away from the side and dashes off.
After opening a few dozen meters away, she finally turned back to glance at them. The group of girls, clearly upset about being deceived, stayed where they were.
“Again and again…..”
“Kitagami-san’s popularity among the girls is way too high, don’t you think?”
Running out of Shuchiin Academy, Aoyama Nanami finally dared to stop.
This was her second encounter today, where some girls surrounded her and frantically asked about Kitagami Yoru.
Each time, the questions were mostly the same, mixed with some incredibly awkward and personal ones.
What….?
Have you two done it?
Have you been picked up by him, calling you ‘darling’ affectionately?
Did you kiss him…..?
All these strange and weird questions left Aoyama Nanami completely unwilling to answer.
In Japan, social norms are relatively open, and there’s no such term as ‘早恋’ or early romance.
So, whether it’s the noble Shuchiin Academy girls or ordinary public schoolgirls, their views on love are pretty much the same.
Nothing unusual here. Some places even make eating pork illegal, and not dipping your dumplings in soy sauce is also a thing.
Of course, it’s just normal curiosity.
She had only denied having any interaction with Kitagami Yoru and never answered the rest.
Because….
“I also like Kitagami-san….”
“Why would I tell you?”
Aoyama Nanami thought about Kitagami Yoru, her mood unknowingly dropping as she went on.
She didn’t have time.
With the 100,000 yen from classmates as compensation for the incident, Aoyama Nanami managed to lighten things up a bit.
Equivalent to half a month’s wages from part-time work.
Taking a few voice acting classes would cost ten thousand yen more.
“At the earliest, it could be around early November if she successfully passes the voice acting exam.”
“Then things will get much easier, so maybe I can have some free time……”
“I wonder what kind of girl Kitagami-san prefers?”
Aoyama Nanami’s expression changes as she thinks about this.
She mutters softly: “They say that boys really like girlfriends who listen to them….”
“If it were Kitagami-san, I could do whatever he wants……”
“I’ll just follow his lead; if he tells me to do something, I’m all for it.”
Walking down Commercial Street, Aoyama Nanami’s ears grow red as she lowers her head, thinking deeply, and inadvertently lets it slip.
“Kitagami-san is such a great person….. He probably wouldn’t intentionally mistreat me.”
“Last time……”
As she walks, Aoyama Nanami lightly tugs at her itchy ear, feeling an inexplicable urge.
The girl recalls that night…
Her sensitive spot—her ears!
Letting Kitagami Yoru pull and tug, after some manipulation with her fingers, she collapses at the door, consciousness slipping into a daze.
That feeling…..
Aoyama Nanami spends a long time trying to shake it off from her body, even having a crazy thought.
She feels like she’s experiencing that strange pleasure again.
Suddenly, Aoyama Nanami startles herself!
“How could I have such a thought?”
…….
Someone stays in the bathroom for a few minutes, feeling that the people in the Teaching Building are probably gone by now, so they decide to leave.
If everyone asked me questions out of curiosity, how many times would I have to answer?
Kitagami Yoru stood by the railing on the balcony, looking at the distant scenery, muttering to himself before turning and walking away.
He smoothly went downstairs to a shoe cabinet located on the first floor.
Kitagami Yoru opened the shoe cabinet, took out some casual shoes, and several notes fell to the ground as he did so.
He didn’t feel like looking at them or bending down to pick them up. After putting on the shoes, he walked straight out.
On the other side of the shoe cabinet, two girls were silently staring at his back and the notes lying on the ground.
Just as he left, they were still warm, but…
……
“Thump-thump…”
Kitagami Yoru knocked on the door of the Service Club and walked in after opening it.
“Kitagami-san, you’re here. We were just talking about you.”
Yuigahama Yui looked at him with an air of curiosity.
“Is that so? I’m actually a bit annoyed.”
Kitagami Yoru quickly glanced at the two girls before sitting back in his designated spot.
“You don’t want to say anything?”
Yukinoshita Yukino looked directly at Kitagami Yoru as she asked.
“Even you’re curious, Yukinoshita?”
Kitagami Yoru rested his elbow on the arm of his chair and turned to face Yukinoshita Yukino.
“Just a little.”
Yukinoshita Yukino immediately looked away, holding her book in hand.
“Heh-heh…”
Kitagami Yoru first laughed twice: “The culprit is a girl, so Kasumigaoka Utaha decided not to reveal it.”
“The motive for the crime is jealousy of Kasumigaoka Utaha, just that simple.”
“Oh, I see. I was just thinking about it myself—why didn’t Kasumigaoka Utaha-senpai reveal who the criminal is?”
Yuigahama Yui’s curiosity is satisfied.
“Well, someone else mentioned that you used flattery to deceive a girl during their spring trip and made her help cover for you.”
Yukinoshita Yukino quickly shoots a sidelong glance at Kitagami Yoru’s face.
After looking, it’s slightly better.
When she first saw the thinner Kitagami Yoru, her heart rate increased immediately.
“I don’t think I’m that persuasive, would that girl be willing to help me cover for myself?”
“Well, you know what we’re thinking.”
Kitagami Yoru grimly shakes his head and pulls out his phone to send a message to Aoyama Nanami.
She told them about the situation.
“Kitagami-san, you really have no shame at all, huh?”
Yuigahama Yui puffed her cheeks and playfully tapped Kitagami Yoru’s shoulder.
On purpose? Maybe?
I look so good… yet…
“Vanille?”
……
After that, Kitagami Yoru exchanged a couple more pleasantries, and the three began their Service Club activities.
“Write down your thoughts.”
“Let’s compare them and discuss a plan to present tomorrow for Matsushita’s opinion.”
Yukinoshita Yukino takes out a paper and pen to write her own.
“Good, I was up most of last night thinking about it.”
Yuigahama Yui is genuinely enthusiastic about this assignment.
“Ms. Yuigahama, are you here to confess or complete the assignment?”
Kitagami Yoru responded.
“It’s… a side note!”
Yuigahama Yui turned toward Kitagami Yoru, forcing a smile before turning back.
After a few minutes,
Each of them wrote down their own plans and exchanged them.
They noticed many overlaps between each other’s plans.
Yukinoshita Yukino had an interesting idea, though—whether it could even be implemented was the question.
She wrote that she could deceive Matsushita Hidetoshi’s confession target into telling him that Matsushita Hidetoshi was confessing to others.
If Yukinoshita Yukino liked Matsushita Hidetoshi, she would come to check.
When she arrived, she was surprised to find that the person he confessed to.
Kitagami Yoru exchanged Yuigahama Yui’s and Yukinoshita Yukino’s plans but chose not to comment on them.
Looking at it, he wondered whether the confession object liked Matsushita Hidetoshi or not without any certainty.
Not doing anything without preparation and avoiding risky actions was indeed very in line with Yukinoshita Yukino’s style.
Yuigahama Yui worked hard on her plans, writing a lot.
“Ms. Yuigahama, I can see you’re very dedicated and interested. How about letting me handle this final decision?”
Yukinoshita Yukino said to Yuigahama Yui.
“Good, good! I’m fine with it, Yukino-chan.”
Yuigahama Yui smiled and nodded eagerly.
“Do you want me to assist?”
Yukinoshita Yukino looked at Kitagami Yoru.
“Okay, but I think I’ve learned the basics from my teacher.”
Kitagami Yoru hesitated for a moment.
Time was slipping by unnoticed.
At 4:50 PM, the Service Club’s activities ended.
The three of them left the Service Club and walked out of Shuchiin Academy together.
It was autumn.
The sun was warm at this time of day, and occasional gentle winds would brush by now and then.
It was a season where both daytime and nighttime were perfect for dates.
When Yuigahama Yui arrived at Commercial Street, she waved goodbye to Kitagami Yoru and Yukinoshita Yukino, then went to find Miura Yumiko.
“You’re really popular these days.”
Yukinoshita Yukino slowed her pace slightly, waiting for Kitagami Yoru to catch up, with something on her mind.
“Those people are just curious.”
Kitagami Yoru noticed Yukinoshita Yukino’s hesitant expression.
“Can I come to your house and see San-san?”
Looking at Kitagami Yoru, Yukinoshita Yukino opened her mouth.
“Sure, you seem troubled.”
Kitagami Yoru nodded lightly.
“I… I guess so.”
Yukinoshita Yukino turned her head away and pressed her lips together.
“If you need anything, just say it. I can help, and I’ll do my best.”
Kitagami Yoru reflected on whether she could still be of any use.
“I think you won’t be able to help me….”
Yukinoshita Yukino glanced sideways at Kitagami Yoru again.
After that, she felt a bit impolite and added, “It’s about my family. Thank you.”
Yukinoshita Yukino doesn’t think Kitagami Yoru has the ability to help herself.
To be precise, she should help her family.
And she doesn’t know how to ask Kitagami Yoru for help, and she can’t say it.
Should the ice beauty Yukinoshita Yukino say, my family, mother and daughter, can’t handle it alone, and we are in trouble, please help my family?
No words along the way.
Kitagami Yoru and Yukinoshita Yukino came to the station and swiped their cards to enter.
This is not the first time she has been to Kitagami Yoru’s house, so she is familiar with it.
Tokyo in September usually gets dark around 6:30.
Yukinoshita Yukino has a lot of time to be with San-san and relieve her irritability and depression.
Kitagami Yoru opened the apartment door with the key and motioned Yukinoshita Yukino to go in first.
The schoolbag was placed on the ground.
Yukinoshita Yukino took off the high-end brown leather shoes on her feet with her fingers and placed them neatly at the door. She turned around and said, “What are you looking at?”
“Uh… Look at your shoes. It seems that the style is slightly different.”
Kitagami Yoru touched the back of his head awkwardly.
He swore that he really didn’t lie.
Because he saw that Yukinoshita Yukino’s shoes, Aoyama Nanami’s and Eriri’s leather shoes were all brown.
At first glance, they look the same, but in fact, there are different differences.
“When I was a child, I was too cute, so my indoor shoes were stolen more than 50 times.”
Yukinoshita Yukino said lightly, and then discovered a new world, frowning slightly: “Wait, you have seen a lot of girls’ shoes?”
“Ah? No, no, no, don’t get me wrong… It’s not what you think…”
Kitagami Yoru hurriedly explained that he was definitely not imagining things!
“I almost forgot that you are a voyeur…”
Yukinoshita Yukino lightly touches her smooth forehead with a flick of her fingers, gazing at him with faintly disapproving judgment.
“Meow… meow…”
San-san steps out from the living room to greet Kitagami Yoru, only to realize it’s Yukinoshita Yukino, a familiar face.
It remembers clearly: every time she sees this person, she goes into cat-mode and gets her can of tuna.
“Meow~”
The quick meow startles San-san, whose amber eyes widen as it lunges toward Yukinoshita Yukino.
“You sit first; I’ll get the fruits and drinks.”
Kitagami Yoru changes into slippers and calls out to her.
She goes to the kitchen, grabs two bottles of drink and some fruit, then comes back to see Yukinoshita Yukino smushing her face against San-san.
Not saying anything, she sets down the items and sits on the small sofa, turning on the TV.
The news is broadcasting the latest social affairs.
“It’s so sweet.”
Kitagami Yoru eats a strawberry she had bought earlier and turns to look at Yukinoshita Yukino, who’s right beside her, with a bittersweet expression.
She can’t believe that in just a few months, she’d find herself sitting next to Yukinoshita Yukino like this.
It’s so close, Kitagami Yoru carefully goes over to sniff her, sensing a faint clear scent.
Mountain cherry scent.
Whether it’s body odor or leftover shampoo, there’s no way it could be coming from her feet.
Well…
Some things smell bad but taste good. Like Eriri.
“Meow~”
Yukinoshita Yukino focuses intently, teaching San-san how to meow and putting it on the ground to entertain it.
It’s only now that Yukinoshita Yukino can temporarily escape her worries by being playful with San-san.
Took a break, Kitagami Yoru noticed that Snow Yukino had no intention of talking.
Finally, he threw a strawberry into his mouth and went to the kitchen to make dinner.
The kitchen was filled with a rich aroma, distracting Snow Yukino’s attention.
“Still about ten minutes before six,” he said casually.
Snow Yukino pulled out his phone from his backpack, glanced at the time, and placed it beside him on the couch.
San-san jumped up from under the sofa with a cat toy in hand.
…….
Make dinner.
One pot of soup, one plate of spicy chicken breast strips, and one bowl of salad.
Kitagami Yoru didn’t rush to eat dinner; instead, he chose a sleep shirt to go wash.
In the bathroom.
He wet his body, applied foam all over, and scrubbed gently.
He opened the shower curtain, set the water to a warm and comfortable temperature, and rinsed off.
“Hmm… spit…”
After spitting out the water, Kitagami Yoru stood up straight. Despite being thinner, he had somehow gained some weight.
It was obvious to anyone looking at him.
“This is so frustrating,” he muttered.
He shook his head for a moment before sitting up straight again, determined. He tensed as he felt the tension in his abs.
His stomach was still flat and smooth, with no visible muscles. He could only feel the shape by touching it himself.
It’s six blocks because everyone is born with a different number of abdominal muscle blocks.
“My skin has tightened up quite a bit; I’ll start my weight training next week.”
Kitagami Yoru turned off the shower.
He doesn’t want to become a demon with muscle, as he prefers looking slim in clothes and showing off his physique when he takes them off.
A few minutes later, Kitagami Yoru comes out wearing pajamas.
The sky starts getting slightly darker.
Holding San-san in her arms, Yukinoshita Yukino continues to play with him and doesn’t get bored at all.
“Yukinoshita, would you like to join me for dinner?”
Looking at the darkening sky outside the window, Kitagami Yoru goes into the living room and turns on the lights.
The incandescent light illuminates the living room.
“I don’t need that anymore. Thank you.”
“Then, goodbye, San-san….”
Without looking up, Yukinoshita Yukino responds, letting go of San-san with a lingering sense of attachment.
San-san seems scared after being let go, quickly running toward Kitagami Yoru upon touching the ground.
“Oh, no. Tonight’s dinner will be cat food and chicken breast.”
Kitagami Yoru leaves some boiled chicken breast for San-san to eat.
“I’ll take you to the station, Yukinoshita.”
Kitagami Yoru gently pats San-san’s round head and looks back at Yukinoshita Yukino again.
“Hmm… okay.”
Holding the strap of her backpack, Yukinoshita Yukino freezes slightly, looking surprised as she stares at Kitagami Yoru who nods in agreement.
“If I don’t go back soon, it’ll be too late.”
Kitagami Yoru smiles faintly.
Yukinoshita Yukino swallows the long-awaited confession and steadies herself.
“Why do I feel….. he looked really good today?”
While putting on her shoes, Yukinoshita Yukino secretly glances at Kitagami Yoru.
Hmm….
A young boy living alone, the housekeeping is very clean and tidy, with no clutter.
Worth of praise.
Six thirty.
The remaining sunset, under the influence of a dragging descent, brings the last glimmer of light to the world.
Kitagami Yoru follows behind Yukinoshita Yukino, blowing an autumn afternoon breeze—or perhaps the cool night wind—while in good spirits.
At a residential intersection.
Yukinoshita Yukino stops at the red light and turns back: “You can drop me here; it’s only a few hundred meters away, and I can manage on my own.”
“Okay, be careful on the road. Goodbye.”
Kitagami Yoru doesn’t say much.
“Today… really, thank you.”
Yukinoshita Yukino slightly parts her lips and gently tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before saying:
“It’s made me feel much better.”
“If you ever need anything, I’ll reach out to you.”
After saying this, Yukinoshita Yukino smiles broadly, almost making Kitagami Yoru doubt his own vision?
The area lacks streetlights, casting the neighborhood crossroads in a dim glow.
Yet Kitagami Yoru is certain.
At the intersection of late afternoon and night, where the somewhat shadowy residential streets meet, stands Yukinoshita Yukino—this beautiful “ice woman”—backlit by a red light that ticks down.
Did she truly laugh at herself?
“See you tomorrow.”
Kitagami Yoru waves goodbye.
Yukinoshita Yukino casts a final glance over Kitagami Yoru before the red light expires, turning and stepping onto the crosswalk.
“I’ll have dinner at home.”
Kitagami Yoru rests his head on his hands, chuckling softly.
Back to home.
As Kitagami Yoru washes his hands and can’t wait to enjoy his dinner, Sakurajima Mai sends a message.
She’s still thinking about Kitagami Yoru, wanting to return to normal life.
Why not call video?
She doesn’t want Kitagami Yoru to see her cry right now.
Within her line of sight.
It’s a cozy restaurant decorated warmly.
Sakurajima Mai’s mother and sister are sitting together, eating happily at lunch.
Her sister’s idol group has a new album doing well; she’s smiling all day.
The seat belonging to her is empty.
Sakurajima Mai stands outside the restaurant door, sobbing endlessly.
Kitagami Yoru has no choice but to pause and comfort the recovering Sakurajima Mai.
“I wonder how long it’ll take for Sakurajima-senpai to recover.”
“The pain she’s going through… It must be worse than anything I’ve ever felt.”
She types a reply to the message, muttering under her breath, her eyes flickering with a faint displeasure: “Shinomiya Kaguya…..”
Such an arrogant woman.
This kind of bad girl thinks she’s superior, talking about the previous one as if she were Eriri, that gold digger.
Meanwhile,
Yukinoshita Yukino arrives.
Just a seven or eight-minute drive.
Exiting the station, Yukinoshita Yukino unzips her backpack to grab her phone.
She fumbles with it for a moment, staring intently.
My phone is missing.
Yukinoshita Yukino expressed her surprise, first instinctively looking around, then squatting to flip open her backpack.
The small backpack flipped completely upside down, and she didn’t see her phone. A look of recollection and contemplation appeared on her face.
“It must have fallen into Kitagami Yoru’s house.”
Yukinoshita Yukino let out a small breath of relief, glad it wasn’t lost, then regretfully returned to the station.
On her way back to the station, Yukinoshita Yukino quietly rubbed her stomach, which had begun to growl.
It was 7:05 PM.
A massive black curtain completely covered the sky.
The streetcar arrived at the station, with only a few people on board.
Yukinoshita Yukino stepped inside and sat directly by the door, closing her eyes.
“That’s not Yukinoshita Yukino, is it?”
Aoyama Nanami was sitting in the corner on the other side. Her gaze settled on him.
She looked at him several times before looking away.
That afternoon, Aoyama Nanami saw Yukinoshita Yukino and Kitagami Yoru walking together, laughing and having fun, so she became curious about their relationship.
“Kitagami-san never mentioned Yukinoshita Yukino to me, did he?”
Out of instinct, Aoyama Nanami shifted her rounded hips, her mind wandering in thought.
Gradually… she grew worried…
The streetcar arrived at the station.
When the door warning sound was about to play, Aoyama Nanami finally rushed to react, running down the car aisle.
In the station, people were densely packed, a mix of various types.
Aoyama Nanami shook her head vigorously, dismissing her random thoughts, and quickly walked away from the station.
She was thinking, what if Kitagami Yoru is involved with someone else? What should she do?
And Kitagami Yoru, who likes plain ordinary people, someone who works all day and doesn’t do anything special, would like that?
At Shuchiin Academy, there are so many well-off, beautiful girls from wealthy backgrounds, all staring at Kitagami Yoru with envy.
Not even close to being ranked higher.
And then there’s Yukinoshita Yukino, this absolutely stunning top-tier beauty, who outshines him in every possible way.
Aoyama Nanami, who naturally feels a bit inferior and lacks self-confidence, thinks to herself.
Her footsteps slow down significantly.
In the residential area, every ten meters has a streetlamp.
Yukinoshita Yukino walks quickly and soon lets Aoyama Nanami catch up to her.
“Where is Yukinoshita Yukino going?”
Turning a corner, under the streetlight, Aoyama Nanami stops in her tracks, her eyebrows knotted into a frown.
She begins to feel an ominous premonition growing inside her.
It must be that she’s going to see Kitagami-san!
Aoyama Nanami feels a bit scared and hesitant, unsure of what to do.
She bites her lip and finally decides to follow after him.
Yukinoshita Yukino doesn’t notice someone far behind her, as Aoyama Nanami watches her walk into Kitagami Yoru’s house.
“Really… she actually went to Kitagami-san’s house…”
Aoyama Nanami stops outside the apartment building, her hands tightly gripping her clothes.
There’s nothing more frustrating for a strong girl than seeing another equally or more powerful girl walk into the apartment of the guy she likes, especially at night.
It’s even worse, making her feel sad and hurt beyond measure.
……
“Kitagami-san?”
The door isn’t locked, so Yukinoshita Yukino stands at the entrance, casually taking off her shoes and calling out.
In the kitchen, Kitagami Yoru has finished cooking dinner. When he hears Yukinoshita Yukino’s voice, his first reaction is to think it might be a hallucination.
“I’m sorry for bothering you.”
“My phone should be on the couch, can you help me get it?”
Yukinoshita Yukino said.
“You scared me, wait a minute.”
Kitagami Yoru patted his chest and went to the small sofa in the living room.
Opening the pillow, he found Yukinoshita Yukino’s phone still lit on the screen.
“When did she take this?”
Kitagami Yoru smirked slightly as San-san’s photo was set as the screensaver.
A tiny, blurred image of herself also appeared in the corner of the photo.
Holding the phone, Kitagami Yoru handed it to Yukinoshita Yukino and asked casually: “Well, since I’m already having dinner, want to join?”
“Hm.”
Yukinoshita Yukino took the phone but didn’t immediately refuse; she was still caught off guard.
“I haven’t started eating yet, so it should be enough for two.”
Kitagami Yoru thought Yukinoshita Yukino was hesitating.
“No need to do that.”
Yukinoshita Yukino put the phone back, but her stomach growled audibly.
“Grr-grr.”
The faint sound echoed in the entrance hall.
“Want to eat?”
Kitagami Yoru couldn’t help but chuckle, which made Yukinoshita Yukino give him a disapproving look.
Trying to maintain his composure, Kitagami Yoru hesitated before saying: “Then I’ll take my leave.”
Grr-grr～
The floor is cold; you can wear any slippers you like.
After saying that, Kitagami Yoru turned around.
Yukinoshita Yukino opened the closet and saw several pairs of slippers neatly arranged inside. She picked one pair that suited her best and put them on before going back in.
Kitagami Yoru placed soup and dishes on the living room table and went to serve Yukinoshita Yukino with food.
The portion of rice was small, but enough for one person; the vegetables were plentiful.
“Thank you; these are all your doing?”
Yukinoshita Yukino quickly scanned the dishes.
Surprisingly, Kitagami Yoru could cook too, and it looked delicious. It must taste really good.
What a frugal yet loving household!
A strange thought occurred to Yukinoshita Yukino in her mind.
She thought, “I’m just one of those busy wives who work all day and come home to prepare dinner for her husband.”
Lately, the trend of boxing in Japan has grown increasingly popular.
To cater to certain female viewers’ preferences, many production companies have introduced such settings and storylines.
Yukinoshita Yukino used her chopsticks to pick up a mouthful of translucent rice and popped it into her cherry-pink lips, chewing slowly with an expression of (￣～￣).
Kitagami Yoru knew Yukinoshita Yukino was beautiful but had been staring at her inappropriately. He poured soup for himself instead.
“This chicken breast is a bit spicy; you might not like it, so maybe mix it with the salad.”
As Yukinoshita Yukino was about to take a bite of the chicken breast, Kitagami Yoru reminded her.
Yukinoshita Yukino nodded slightly but decided to try it as it was and ignored his advice.
The first taste was wonderful!
It had no bitterness at all, with the perfect blend of spices and chicken meat flavor in her mouth, leaving a lingering辣味 (spicy taste).
It’s really delicious!～
I can definitely accept that.
Yukinoshita Yukino’s eyes lit up as she looked down at Kitagami Yoru.
Swallow it down, Yukinoshita Yukino still wants to taste the warm soup.
The spiciness surges for an instant and explodes on her tongue.
In the next second, Yukinoshita Yukino’s arrogant expression twists into a frown.
Kitagami Yoru calmly pours her a bowl of soup without any hurry.
She reminded herself clearly just now.
“Is that intentional, Kitagami-san?”
Yukinoshita Yukino feels the sweet soup sliding down her throat, warming her stomach as she scowls.
…….
“He’s so handsome!”
“Eriri-chan, you’re saying he’s that disgustingly fat and gross?”
Eriri is sitting on a pink bed in matching sleepwear with Izumi Sagiri, holding her phone that shows before-and-after pictures of Kitagami Yoru.
Izumi Sagiri feels the shock like being told her family is still alive.
“Eriri-chan, don’t be sad.”
Izumi Sagiri remains in surprise with her mouth open, gently touching Eriri’s hand while her eyes almost dive into the phone screen.
“Sagiri, do you think he’s good-looking too?”
Eriri notices Izumi Sagiri’s expression and remains silent,
This is her own sister after all!
“No… absolutely not. He’s such a disgustingly gross guy.”
Izumi Sagiri firmly shakes her head, expressing genuine nausea and disgust without any exaggeration.
Being good-looking and being disgusting are two different things.
“Exactly, he’s so gross. I’d kill this creep.”
Eriri throws the phone down in frustration, stomping on it with her foot before slamming it with her heel.
Izumi Sagiri saw the situation and quickly helped out, gently lifting Eriri with one hand as she stood up. A small, delicate footstep followed her as she stepped over, muttering angrily: “Darn you to death… Darn you to death….”
After venting her anger, Eriri collapsed onto Izumi Sagiri and began rubbing her stomach with force.
My Sagiri is so cute.
I must protect her!
“Eriri-chan, it’s so itchy….”
Izumi Sagiri rolled around wildly.
They continued to joke and play until they settled down again.
“Sagiri, I want to get back at him.”
Eriri looked puzzled.
“Huh? Get back at?”
Izumi Sagiri blinked her eyes, feeling a strange unease.
Her first instinct was to try and stop Eriri from doing this.
After escaping the danger, she risked everything to go back in?
Izumi Sagiri thought about this idea—it didn’t seem right at all.
What if…
What if…
“My Eriri-chan has fallen… How should I handle this?”
“This Kitagami Yoru is looking so good….”
Someone as inexperienced as a middle schooler like Izumi Sagiri naturally feels worried about things she doesn’t understand.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t support me, Sagiri.”
Eriri pouted in dissatisfaction.
“Not not… I support Eriri Sister.”
Izumi Sagiri busily waves her hands, shaking her head.
“It should be fine, but my bad luck constitution…”
“Does such a constitution really exist in the world? Was it just a coincidence that he had a car accident? It wouldn’t affect Eriri Sister…?”
“Wouldn’t it involve her at all?”
“Sagiri, give me some advice. How should I get back at him?”
Eriri sits cross-legged and says.
“I don’t know about that; I don’t recognize him.”
“Maybe he’s spreading rumors behind her back…”
Izumi Sagiri has no good ideas.
“Rumors are ineffective. Those girls at School, especially after two rounds of rumor campaigns.”
This method, Eriri had thought of it long ago.
Suddenly, Izumi Sagiri comes up with a rotten idea.
“Eriri Sister! I have an idea! I have a plan!”
She jumps up, slightly excited, but not realizing she might drag her precious sister into trouble, possibly even putting herself at risk of being implicated along with her.
“You say?”
Eriri curiously looks up.
“Does he have a girlfriend?”
Izumi Sagiri says.
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