All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends
Curse_Heian_Chef
Описание
Hello, I'd like to ask your opinion on "Yukima Azuma"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: I was here before... I taught him the things that couples do, but he used them to please other girls
Sawamura Eriri: It would be better if I wasn't a tsundere, saying one thing and doing another
Yukinoshita Yukino: He's the light in my life, I might not have been able to bear the darkness if I hadn't met him
Yukinoshita Haruno: The bastard who ran away after sleeping with me
Hoshino Ai: My only true love, my white moonlight
What's your relationship with him — ex-girlfriend
Sora Ginko: Oh, just a thieving cat
Kato Megumi: Just a thieving cat
Sagiri, Bocchi, Shinomiya Kaguya, Kirisu Mafuyu, Suou Yuki, Alya: A thieving cat!
— — — — — — — —
I do not own anything in this fanfiction
— — — — — — — — -
The schedule is from Monday to Saturday 2 chapters a day and 1 on Sunday
— — — — — — — — — —
English is TOTALLY NOT my language,
So it's probably not very good, but I tried my best
— — — — — — — — — — —
Raw:
— — — — — — — — — — —
If you like this story, please leave me a comment, review, collection and power stones if you can, that really help me a lot
If you're looking for good fanfics, try reading my other books, you won't be disappointed, promise.
If you want to read 40 advanced chapters and support me to have more motivation to continue as a translator, here is my p.a.t.r.e.o.n pa treon.com/curse_heian_che
Thanks you, Have a nice day ()
Chapter 1: Hello, My Ex-Girlfriend
Chapter 1: Hello, My Ex-Girlfriend
At a private apartment near Shibuya Station, Tokyo.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense, as if the air had grown so heavy it was hard to breathe.
A real estate agent with two years of experience in the business was currently caught in a dilemma.
Today, she had received a request to rent a property.
The client was a breathtakingly beautiful young woman.
Following standard procedure, she took the client to view the apartment.
Along the way, the social atmosphere remained polite and formal.
That was until the stunning young woman stepped into the apartment and locked eyes with the landlord.
The air seemed to freeze instantly.
"Do you two know each other?" the real estate agent wiped the sweat from her forehead and cautiously asked.
That question finally shattered the suffocating silence.
The stagnant scene seemed to reboot itself.
The landlord set aside the contract in his hand and stood up.
"We do know each other," he said, accompanied by a faint smile.
The real estate agent felt that their relationship was far from just an acquaintance.
However, in an effort to close the deal and earn a generous commission,
the dedicated agent summoned all her courage and said:
"That's wonderful! If you two know each other, this will make things much more convenient. We can sit down and discuss the details of the contract..."
As she spoke, the agent forced a couple of awkward chuckles.
But before she could finish her sentence,
the beautiful womanthe prospective tenantimmediately interrupted:
"There's no need. Show me another place."
Her words were brief, her tone decisive.
The coldness embedded in them felt like the biting chill of a winter wind, almost sharp enough to sting the skin.
This, despite it being late spring, with warm and pleasant weather.
Even so, the real estate agent in the apartment couldn't help but shiver slightly, shrinking her neck a bit.
However, the landlord remained unaffected, his faint smile unwavering.
"Kasumigaoka-senpai is as decisive as ever."
"Tch!"
A dissatisfied click of the tongue echoed through the room, blending with the rhythmic clatter of shoes on the wooden floor.
Kasumigaoka-senpai, or more formally, Kasumigaoka Utaha.
This stunning young woman, her long legs accentuated by skin-tight black stockings, was trembling slightly.
Her black leather shoes tapped repeatedly against the wooden floor, producing a continuous clack-clack.
Anyone with a basic understanding of Kasumigaoka Utaha would know:
This was a small habit of hers, displayed whenever she was "in a bad mood" or "feeling uneasy."
However, compared to the deliberate way she fended off unfamiliar boys who approached her,
right now, Kasumigaoka Utaha was clearly flustered.
In a way, the landlord's ability to throw her off balance with just one sentence
could almost be considered a kind of talent.
After all, if Kasumigaoka Utaha were truly as decisive as he claimed,
she wouldn't have been so visibly shaken upon seeing him again.
Compared to discarding her meticulously crafted light novel drafts,
when it came to matters of the heart, Kasumigaoka Utaha had never been decisive.
In fact, she was far more hesitant and uncertain in love than most girls.
Crossing her arms over her chest, the white school uniform shirt she wore puffed slightly, outlining a prominent curve,
a trace of chilly air escaping with her movement.
"Speaking of decisiveness, who could possibly be more decisive than you? Isn't that right, ex-boyfriend-kun?"
The real estate agent immediately fell silent.
Though she had somewhat guessed as much earlier, now it was finally confirmed.
As expected, this tension in the air was the unmistakable flavor of ex-lovers unexpectedly crossing paths.
To be honest, was it possible that a goddess-like beauty such as this could also feel indignant over a breakup?
The real estate agent discreetly glanced at the landlord.
Just then, a warm summer breeze brushed past the clouds outside, allowing sunlight to stream into the room through the window behind him.
Under the pale morning glow, his disheveled hair swayed gently in the breeze.
His jade-like fair skin shimmered in the sunlight, his brows like a sword and eyes gleamed like starsan unearthly, rare treasure.
The real estate agent found herself unable to look away.
Ah, so he was a stunningly handsome young man, on par with, or even surpassing her beauty.
Well, that explained everything.
Realizing this, she had the sudden urge to bite her handkerchief.
Youth, love... it all belonged to you Riajuu types.
As if that wasn't enough,
you even have the nerve to make life difficult for a working-class soul like me!
"So annoying! The Riajuu should explode!!!"
Meanwhile, the landlordwhom Kasumigaoka Utaha had just jabbed at with her wordsseemed completely unbothered.
In fact, he even appeared more cheerful, his grin widening.
"Hello there, my ex-girlfriends!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha's elegant brows twitched slightly, furrowing into a frown.
"Tch!"
Clicking her tongue once more, she turned away, refusing to look at him any longer. Her gaze shifted to the real estate agent instead.
"I want another apartment."
Her words carried an icy finality, as if they could freeze everything in the room.
The real estate agent lowered her head slightly, avoiding Kasumigaoka Utaha's piercing stare.
"Kuhum..." Clearing her throat softly, the agent spoke in a low voice:
"Apologies, Kasumigaoka-san, but at the moment, this may be the only apartment that meets your requirements."
Summoning all her courage to say this, she immediately felt the surrounding atmosphere grow even colder.
Hastily, she added:
"You see, Kasumigaoka-san, this is the Shibuya area. Private apartments for rent here are extremely rare"
After all, this was Tokyospecifically, a prime location near Shibuya Station.
High population density, sky-high property prices, and scarce housing supply made finding a suitable place entirely unsurprising.
Kasumigaoka Utaha wasn't an unreasonable person, so she quickly accepted this reality.
However, the steady clack-clack of her shoes against the wooden floor resumed.
Having come to terms with the situation,
she now faced a difficult choice.
Was it more intolerable to rent her ex-boyfriend's apartment?
Or would it be worse to settle for a place farther from Toyosaki Academy,
or one that wasn't a private apartment and came with subpar conditions?
Kasumigaoka Utaha was a night owl, so minimizing her commute time was essential.
Additionally, given her tendency to lose track of time while writing light novels, she strongly preferred independent apartments.
Truth be told, this apartment was perfect for her needs.
But
What about the ex-boyfriend?
As she mulled over her dilemma, Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze involuntarily drifted toward the landlord.
Seeing the smile on his face,
an inexplicable anger flared up from deep within her.
Was that provocation?
It was definitely provocation!
"I'll take this apartment!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha gritted her teeth as she made her decision.
Chapter 2: The Marks She Left on Him
"I'll take this apartment!"
As soon as Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke,
the real estate agent hastily rummaged through her bag, frantically pulling out the rental contract.
This cursed placeshe couldn't bear to stay another minute.
"Alright, per the agreement, rent is paid quarterly in advance; the deposit is equivalent to one month's rent; and the brokerage fee is half a month's rent. Utility costs like water, electricity, gas, and large garbage disposal fees are to be negotiated between you two. The details are all in the contract. Please review it carefully, and if there are no issues, sign it!"
A rapid-fire stream of words burst forth from the agent's mouth like a machine gun.
She had likely summoned every ounce of speaking speed she had ever possessed in her life.
"I'll wait outside for you two. Let me know when it's done!"
With that, the agent bolted out of the apartment as if fleeing for her life.
The apartment was left with just the two of them, and silence descended once more.
Kasumigaoka Utaha quickly skimmed through the contract in her hands.
Finding no apparent issues, she pulled out a pen and signed her name at the bottom of the page.
Her signature was elegant and aesthetically pleasing
a perfect reflection of her character.
Once she finished signing, she casually tossed the contract toward the boy.
Yukima Azuma.
That was the name left behind on the contract by the boy.
The kanji portion of his name had an artistic flair,
but the katakana part
Well, it could only be described as somewhat unpolished.
"Eager to have me move into your apartment, are you, Yukima-kun? My dear ex-boyfriend?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha spoke with a faint smile.
"That's right, Kasumigaoka-senpai,"
Yukima Azuma replied with a gentle nod.
His candidness left no room for the sarcastic remarks Kasumigaoka had prepared to unleash.
She had expected him to try and explain himself, perhaps even stammer out a few awkward excuses.
But once again, after their breakup, Yukima Azuma managed to catch her off guard, leaving her with no room to maneuver.
Yukima called the real estate agent waiting outside back into the apartment.
Handing over one of the three copies of the contract, he also settled the brokerage fee on the spot.
The agent, contract in hand, swiftly departed like a gust of wind, eager to escape the tense atmosphere.
After escorting the agent out, Yukima casually picked up the large red suitcase left near the entrance.
To be honest, it was quite heavy.
But heavy luggage from a woman wasn't exactly surprising.
He shut the front door and lifted the suitcase effortlessly, heading toward the staircase.
"Kasumigaoka-senpai, follow me. The room you rented is on the second floor. I'll give you a quick tour."
Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze instinctively fell on her suitcase.
Her lips parted slightly,
but in the end, she said nothing.
She merely followed Yukima Azuma in silence.
His action of carrying her suitcase seemed so natural, so seamless, and so logical
as if it were something he was meant to do.
To the point where Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't feel the urge to protest at all.
Yukima Azuma's two-story apartment had a fairly straightforward layout.
Each floor featured an independent bathroom and an open space.
The open area on the ground floor served as a living room, while the second floor resembled a reading room, with two enormous bookshelves neatly arranged.
The kitchen was located only on the first floor.
The two made their way up the stairs.
As they passed between the bookshelves, Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but let her gaze linger on the books.
In the corner of one bookshelf near the desk,
The book titled "The Metronome in Love" sat silently on the shelf.
That section of the shelf was particularly clean, clearly having been frequently browsed through.
This made Kasumigaoka Utaha involuntarily recall some memories.
The first time she met Yukima Azuma,
this young man was not passionate about literature.
It wasn't until she gave him "Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World" by Haruki Murakami that
Yukima Azuma began to visit the bookstore regularly.
Every time he came, they were almost always together.
Among the numerous books on these shelves, one-fifth were books that she, Kasumigaoka Utaha, had introduced to Yukima Azuma.
Moreover, one-third were books they had bought together.
Right at the beginning of the bookshelf, in the first section,
Kasumigaoka Utaha saw "Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World".
The book she had given him.
Her gaze burned as if scalded; as soon as it touched the cover, she immediately withdrew it.
Kasumigaoka Utaha unconsciously placed her left hand on her chest.
This couldn't be helped.
The traces she had left on him were so obvious and visible.
Anyone who saw them would undoubtedly feel a stir in their heart.
"This is your senpai room. The mattress and blankets are new, so feel free to use them."
Yukima Azuma stopped at the room to the left of the hallway.
Kasumigaoka Utaha quickly shifted her gaze away, shaking off the thoughts in her mind.
"Oh, then where's my ex-boyfriend-kun room? Is it across from this one? After all, it's convenient for a late-night raid."
To cover up her awkwardness, Kasumigaoka Utaha blurted out a random remark... or rather, a teasing one.
"My room is on the first floor." Yukima Azuma pointed down to the floor below.
"All the room keys are in the drawer in the room, there is a master key and a spare key. I don't have a copy. This has been stated in the contract, so you can rest assured, Senpai."
