The Reason Why I was Cheated on By My Girlfriend

Haruki-san, Haruki-san, Haruki-san, Haruki-san, Haruki-san

Kaguya Sakashita’s POV

The last time I saw Haruki-san was on Sunday at 2:18 PM. It’s now Monday at 11:53 AM, so 21 hours and 35 minutes have passed.

Excluding about 7 hours of sleep, that’s 14 hours.

Just 14 hours…

On an ordinary day, that time would pass in a blink of an eye.

However, these 14 hours feels far more painful than when I couldn’t read a book for a whole month after being scolded by my father.

I want to see Haruki-san.

I want to hear Haruki-san’s voice.

I want to hear Haruki-san’s gentle words.

I want Haruki-san to hear my words.

I want to see Haruki-san’s gentle smile.

I want to make Haruki-san laugh with my words.

I want to see Haruki-san’s troubled expression.

I want to trouble Haruki-san with my words.

I want me to be reflected in Haruki-san’s eyes.

I want Haruki-san to be reflected in my eyes.

I want Haruki-san to look only at me.

I want Haruki-san to hear my voice.

I want Haruki-san to hear only my voice.

I want to touch Haruki-san’s hand.

I want to touch Haruki-san’s cheek.

I want to touch Haruki-san’s face.

I want to touch Haruki-san’s lips.

I want to taste Haruki-san’s tongue.

I want Haruki-san to taste my tongue.

I want to leave somewhere far away with Haruki-san.

I want to see Haruki-san’s longing face once more.

I want to create a world just for Haruki-san and me.

Haruki-san, Haruki-san…please come quickly.

Ahh, what should I do?

My feelings are overflowing.

I don’t feel like I can control my emotions.

Yesterday, I even had a hard time when I was coming home by train.

I was so preoccupied with thoughts of Haruki-san that, if no one was there at that time, I might have lost control.

However, that pest will be with us again today…hah, I’m feeling depressed.

─suddenly, I hear the sound of the door opening.

Caught off guard, I straighten my posture, like when I’m pointed out for dozing off during class.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Haruki-san!

“No, it’s fine. I just got here myself.”

Haruki-san is in his school uniform.

It’s only been three days since I last saw him in his school uniform, but it feels incredibly refreshing.

Ahh, he looks great today as well.

His slightly frizzy hair, his gentle gaze, his refreshing smile—everything about Haruki-san is perfect.

…hmm?

“Haruki-san, what about Yua-san?”

“Oh, she’s not coming with us today.””

I tilt my head.

“I want to talk with you alone today.”

Haruki-san has an embarrassed expression on his face as he said so to me.

“……”

“Kaguya?”

“…sorry. Please wait for about ten seconds.”

That was close.

If I hadn’t bitten my lip, I might have leapt at him.

“…thank you for waiting.”

I put on a smile and turn to face him.

“Is there something important you want to discuss?”

I try to stay calm.

That’s how it usually goes, if Haruki-san wants to spend some alone time with me, that means he has something important to discuss.

“Ah, sorry, I guess that’s how it usually goes, huh…”

That’s a strange reaction.

Haruki-san puts his hand to the back of his head and speaks with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

“I don’t have anything important to discuss with you. I just want to be alone with you today.”

I look away again.

What is this? Could it be related to what happened the other day? Did that kiss change Haruki-san’s feelings? …no, it’s not good to interpret things that way.

It’s hard to believe that Haruki-san who values Yua-san so much would change his mind because of just one kiss.

There must be a more rational reason…I can’t think clearly!

“Sorry, I might have said something embarrassing.”

“…no, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We’re lovers, after all.”

The atmosphere feels awkward.

“…then, shall we have lunch!?”

“…yeah, we don’t have much time!”

What is this innocent atmosphere?

“Today we’re having hamburgers.”

“Thanks…it this homemade?”

“…yes, I tried my best.”

“Seriously? I’m so happy!”

What is this!?

…could it be a dream? Am I going to wake up and find myself in class?

“By the way, is there anything you want me to do for you, Kaguya?”

“…I’m happy just being with you, Haruki-san.”

“Really? If you have any worries or things you want, I’d be happy if you told me.”

Haruki-san, what’s going on with you?

Is this really a dream? Could it be a defence mechanism due to excessive stress?

(…if that’s the case, maybe it’s okay to be a little selfish.)

I look at Haru-san’s lips.

No, I can’t do it right after eating.

I won’t be able to handle it if Haruki-san asks me about the taste of our kiss.

Ahh…I love you. Haruki-san, Haruki-san.

I want to hug you right now and kiss you passionately like what we did the other day.

“If you say so, then try to guess what I want.”

Ahh, this is not good. I should calm down.

This is definitely strange. There must be a reason for this. What possibilities could there be?

I should be able to figure it out from Haruki-san’s behaviour pattern.

He went home, probably talked to that woman again, went to school…if something like this happens in such a short time, what could it be?

“I won’t get angry if it turns out to be incorrect. As long as Haruki-san thinks about me and does things just to make me happy, there is no greater happiness for me.”

Why do I have such troublesome thoughts?

How much happier would I be if I can just forget about all of the troublesome thoughts and be blinded by love?

Ah, Haruki-san, I love you.

I love you. I love you. My feelings towards you grow stronger every day.

That’s why—you shouldn’t hide anything from me, okay?

As I’ve said many times before—I only understand the things that I’m interested in.

That’s why, if it’s about Haruki-san, I know everything.

“Hmm, this is difficult.”

Haruki-san, your innocent face is lovely.

But I know you very well. Haruki-san is very thoughtful and smart.

“Hehe, please take your time to think about it.”

Ah, I’m looking forward to it.