You Will Regret This Ichinose! [157]

After lunch.

Horikita Suzune stood by the kitchen sink, washing the dishes. The clear stream of water flowed down, splashing against the basin with a steady whooshing sound.

“Heh.”

A voice, completely ruining the peaceful atmosphere, drifted from behind her. Horikita Suzune’s hands paused for a moment before she resumed cleaning the dishes in an orderly manner.

“Ahahaha.”

Lying on the bed, Uesugi chuckled mockingly as he stared at his phone, satisfied after a full meal.

“#！”

A sudden wave of irritation surged in Horikita Suzune’s heart. Why? Why was she the one washing dishes while that guy just lay there playing on his phone?

Without turning around, Horikita Suzune called out to the person behind her, “Hey! If you’re not dead, come help with the dishes.”

“No way! Horikita-san, I’m a guest right now. Since when do guests have to wash dishes?”

Horikita Suzune raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “Oh? So now you admit you’re a guest? A guest who climbs into the host’s bed the moment he arrives?”

“Don’t be so distant.”

Uesugi remained sprawled on the bed, exuding the attitude of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

Seeing that he refused to budge, Horikita Suzune didn’t insist. She simply continued washing the dishes.

“Uesugi.”

Her voice was cold and indifferent, carrying a faint chill from the kitchen.

“Hm?”

“The memory card Kushida-san has—that was from you, wasn’t it?”

Horikita Suzune’s sudden question froze the atmosphere in an instant, as if someone had pressed pause on reality. The only sound that remained was the running water from the faucet.

After a long silence, Uesugi was the first to break it. Sitting up on the bed, his expression remained eerily calm as he replied, “Ah, yeah, I gave it to her. How did you figure it out, Horikita-san?”

Hearing his confirmation, Horikita Suzune let out a silent chuckle and uttered two words:

“Intuition.”

“Why?” Her voice was as cold as ever, but there was the faintest tremor beneath it. “Why aren’t you lying to me like before? With your skills, as long as there’s no evidence, you could easily brush it off, couldn’t you?”

Uesugi sighed. “Because… I don’t want to lie to you anymore.”

Horikita Suzune’s fists quietly clenched. She turned off the faucet, spun around, and in that instant, she was back to being the proud and aloof ice queen.

She didn’t say a word.

Instead, she took three quick steps forward, grabbed Uesugi roughly by the collar, and dragged him toward the door.

“Horikita-san, listen to me.”

“Get out.”

Her voice was icy.

“Just hear me out.”

“I said—get out!”

This time, her voice rose a notch.

By now, they had reached the door.

Click!

With a dull sound, Uesugi pulled the entire doorknob off.

Without a doorknob, there was no way for Horikita Suzune to open the door, even if she wanted to.

Holding the detached handle in his hand, Uesugi looked at Horikita Suzune with an infuriatingly calm expression and said, “Can you hear me out now?”

Realizing that her attempt to throw him out had failed, Horikita Suzune let go of his collar and turned away, heading back into the room.

She still had dishes to finish washing.

As for Uesugi?

She didn’t know him.

Placing the doorknob aside, Uesugi didn’t try to argue further. He knew she was furious right now—better to let her cool down first.

He hopped back onto the bed, once again occupying Horikita Suzune’s spot. But this time, he didn’t touch his phone. Instead, he simply watched her wash the dishes in silence.

To Horikita Suzune, Uesugi was as good as air. After finishing the dishes, she walked to the desk, retrieved a book wrapped in a protective cover, and began reading. It seemed like she planned to spend the rest of the afternoon immersed in it.

Curious, Uesugi sneakily glanced at the book’s title—The Idiot.

Good grief! Is she calling me an idiot?!

But then he dismissed the thought. After all, this book—just like The Brothers Karamazov—was written by the Russian literary giant Dostoevsky.

...

One hour later…

The aloof girl now looked like a true bookworm. Her silky black hair cascaded down, framing her fair cheeks. However, the eyes hidden beneath her bangs weren’t entirely focused on the book; every now and then, she stole a quick glance in a certain direction.

And how did Uesugi know this?

Well, naturally, because he had been lying there, eyes wide open, staring at her for a full hour.

Now that the timing felt right, he made his move.

Using the same old trick, he quietly pressed his legs against the floor and slithered toward Horikita Suzune in a serpentine motion.

Sensing his movements, Horikita Suzune swiftly retracted her gaze and concentrated on her book, refusing to acknowledge the fool approaching her.

But to her surprise, a mischievous face suddenly appeared from beneath her desk, lips moving ever so slightly.

【I’m sorry…】

Horikita Suzune ignored him and turned her body away.

Yet, as if he had anticipated her reaction, Uesugi quickly adjusted his angle, ensuring his face remained firmly within her line of sight.

【I’m sorry, okay? Just hear me out.】

Horikita Suzune let out a long sigh. She stood up, planning to walk away from this pile of non-burnable trash.

Poof!

Before she could take a step, Uesugi latched onto her thigh—his arms wrapped tightly around her leg, rendering her completely stuck.

“Let go.”

Her voice was as frosty as ever.

“No way. Just listen to me first,” Uesugi whined from below.

“Let. Go.”

“Not happening.”

“…Fine. You won’t let go, huh?”

Horikita Suzune’s lips curled into an icy smile. She raised her fist. “I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time—plant one right on your face. Uesugi, you’ve lied to me so many times. It’s time to pay up.”

Uesugi wailed in protest.

“How come not lying to you this time is what gets me punched?! Where’s the justice in that?!”

“Shut up. I’ve wanted to do this for ages.”

With that, Horikita Suzune prepared to strike, drawing from the aikido techniques she had learned from her older brother.

Watching her fist inch closer, Uesugi suddenly panicked. He shut his eyes and hollered at the top of his lungs:

“HELP! DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!”

“Shut up! What nonsense are you shouting?!”

Hearing his outburst, Horikita Suzune’s once ice-cold expression instantly turned crimson. Embarrassed and furious, she lunged forward, attempting to clamp a hand over his loudmouth.

However, thanks to his iron grip on her thigh, her sudden forward motion caused her to lose balance.

She wobbled.

“Hey, hey, Horikita-san, look where you’re—”

Thud!

With a heavy crash, the two tumbled onto the floor together.

Feeling the world spin, Horikita Suzune groggily opened her eyes, instinctively trying to get up.

Yet, before she could, a pair of hands wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Heh heh heh… Horikita-san, you’ve finally fallen into my grasp.”

Then, the ominous tone vanished, replaced by a pitiful whimper.

“So, can you please just hear me out?”

Horikita Suzune took a deep breath. Memories of Kushida Kikyo’s threats resurfaced in her mind, followed by the realization that the very culprit behind them was the man currently holding her.

She steadied herself, her eyes reddening slightly as she struggled to keep her voice from shaking.

“No need to explain. You chose to help her against me, and this is the result. People don’t care about process, only the outcome. I’m no different.”

Finally, her pent-up emotions erupted.

With a voice tinged with suppressed sobs, she declared:

“Uesugi… our friendship is over.”

“That’s only because I didn’t like you back then!”

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T/N: she's so valid for this hmph men

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