When I Go Back in Time, My Ex-wife Is Making a Passionate Approach to Me, and I’m Having Trouble With It
After a break, I write again for about an hour. I think I am writing smoothly these days. The school bell rings, and we start getting ready to leave.
“Well then, senpai, thank you for your hard work.”
“Tachibana closes the door and returns the key to the staff room. Haruka and I left the school building side by side.”
“It’s raining, isn’t it?”
It was raining outside.
Oh no. I didn’t bring an umbrella. I took out my phone and checked the rain cloud radar. According to the forecast, it was going to stop in about 30 minutes.
“Sorry, Haruka. I forgot my umbrella, so I’m going to stay here for a while.”
“You smell like water. Why don’t we at least share an umbrella?”
“But”
I wonder if it’s okay to share an umbrella with someone you’re not dating.
“Come on in quickly.”
Haruka opened her umbrella and beckoned me to come in. I was ready to go and sit next to Haruka.
“I’ll hold your umbrella.”
“Thank you.”
I take the umbrella from Haruka and start walking slowly. It was raining quite hard, and the wind was blowing raindrops into the room. I tilt the umbrella to keep the rain off of Haruka as much as possible. As a result, my left shoulder gets wet.
“You’re so kind.”
Haruka said and pointed at my left shoulder.
“You don’t have to get so wet to care about me.”
“That’s not how it works, is it?”
“That’s right. Then why don’t you stay at my place until the rain stops?”
“At Haruka’s house?”
“Yes. I’d like that very much.”
I had been to Haruka’s house several times. In high school, Haruka was very stubborn about not letting me come over to her house, but I wonder what kind of change of heart she has undergone.
When I arrived at Haruka’s house, she opened the front door and welcomed me inside.
“Ara, you have a visitor?”
Haruka’s mother comes out from the back of the house and looks at me.
“I’m Shinohara. Haruka-san and I are in the same club.”
“Oh, I see. This is the first time she’s brought a boy here, so I was surprised. “
The reaction is generally the same as when I’ve visited Haruka’s house in the past.
“I’m going to take shelter from the rain for a little while.”
“I understand. Take your time.”
Haruka’s mother said, and then went into the back of the house.
“This way.”
Haruka takes my hand and goes up the stairs to her room. I remember. Haruka’s room is the one at the front of the stairs.
“Come in. There’s nothing in there.”
Haruka’s room was exactly as I had seen it in the past. There was only a study desk and a bed in the tidy room.
“Sit wherever you like.”
Haruka told me to sit down, and I did.
“You’re so tidy.”
“Well, I’m a neat person. You know that much.”
We were married, so I knew that much. I was rather sloppy, so Haruka was often angry with me. I was fed up with her nagging.
But maybe it was me who should have changed. I think that personality discrepancies can be improved to some extent through effort. I was probably at fault for neglecting to make that effort.
“Hey, you said you were married to me, but why did you get divorced?”
Why did we divorce? I think it was because we had become indifferent to each other. An indifference in which feelings of neither liking nor disliking moved them. It was as if we had become strangers to each other instead of family members.
“I wonder if it was because we neglected to express our affection for each other.”
Haruka never told me that she loved me, and I gradually began to talk less and less.
“Hey, did you keep up with your events?”
“Events?”
“Christmas, New Year’s, Setsubun, that kind of thing.”
“No, we didn’t do much of that.”
“That’s not good.”
Haruka looks at me when she says that.
“I heard that the divorce rate doubles for couples who don’t hold events compared to those who do.”
“I see.”
“So the next time you and I get married, let’s make those events a priority.”
“No, I’m”
Haruka is endlessly positive. How can she be so positive? I don’t understand why she is so attached to me when I told her that we will get divorced in the future.
“I won’t give up. I will try my best to make Ryo like me again.”
“I think I love Haruka. But I’m scared. I am afraid that I will make the same mistake again. I am afraid that I will make you unhappy.”
In the past, I loved Haruka so much. I had no doubt that this love was eternal. But it didn’t work out. I can’t choose to start over so easily.
“If that were the case, I would just make him fall in love with me to the point where his fears would be wiped away.”
“In the past, I loved Haruka so much. But it didn’t work out. I can’t imagine loving her any more than I did.”
“But I’ll continue to make what appeals to you that I can.”
Haruka’s eyes looked straight at me. What am I afraid of? I can’t get rid of my fear of Haruka, a high school student, being so straight.
“But thank you for still liking me.”
Haruka’s words cut into my heart. I want to respond to this girl who is thinking about me so much. I felt a hint of this emotion in my heart. I am still more afraid than I should be, but I wonder if I will be able to respond to Haruka someday when this feeling in my chest prevails.