When I Go Back in Time, My Ex-wife Is Making a Passionate Approach to Me, and I’m Having Trouble With It
The next day, I arrive at school early in the morning and Haruka, sitting next to me, calls out to me.
“Good morning, Shinohara-kun.”
“Good morning, Kurosaki-san. Did something change in your mood?”
Haruka seems to be wearing natural makeup, although I can’t tell for sure.
“Yeah, I’ve changed my look a little bit. What do you think?”
Haruka looks at me with an upward glance.
“I think it looks good. It looks good on you.”
“Thank you.”
Haruka blushed slightly and looked down.
“I wanted Shinohara-kun to be the first to see it.”
To be honest, I’m used to seeing Haruka like this. I have seen Haruka put on makeup many times since we got married. But to see Haruka from her high school days wearing makeup is a new experience.
“What kind of windfall?”
“Nothing. I just wanted a change of scenery.”
Haruka must have a good reason for wearing makeup. Is she trying to appeal to me? No doubt about it.
“Hey, Shinohara-kun. Would you like to have lunch with me today?”
“I don’t mind.”
“It’s decided! Let’s eat on the roof.”
I promised Haruka that we would have lunch together. Haruka and I are at our best when we are friends. I understand all of Haruka’s charms and flaws. That’s how heavy the eight years we were married were.
Lunch break. Haruka and I move to the rooftop. The rooftop is famous for being a good place to hang out because there are few people there. When Haruka and I went out on the roof, there was no one else there.
“The breeze feels so nice.”
Haruka said, her hair flowing in the wind.
“Shall we eat?”
Haruka and I sat down at the top of the stairs.
We spread out our lunch boxes and picked up our chopsticks.
“Shinohara-kun’s bento is so meaty.”
“My mother makes it for me.”
“You have to eat more vegetables too.”
Haruka says and offers me some boiled spinach from her own bento box.
“Here, ahn.”
“No, thanks.”
“No. You have to eat vegetables too.”
I have to admit, no need to feel embarrassed to “ahnn” now. I’m ready for it, and I bite into Haruka’s chopsticks.
“How do you like it?”
“It’s delicious.”
I know how good Haruka is at cooking. Haruka is a very good cook. During our married life, I used to enjoy Haruka’s home-cooked meals. Now I even miss that.
Haruka pokes at her bento with the chopsticks I just put in my mouth without seeming to mind.
Haruka must have been very naive in high school. She would have been embarrassed to kiss me indirectly.
“Are you sure? It’s an indirect kiss.”
“Eh……? Ah, I did it.”
Haruka’s face turned red in panic and she looked at the chopsticks.
“I didn’t notice.”
“From now on, you’d better refrain from ahhns”
“I know.”
Haruka blushed and put the chopsticks in her mouth.
“We are going to the literature club today, aren’t we?”
“I’m thinking of officially joining the club.”
I went to the literature club for a one-day trial and had a great time, and it would be good for me to join the club to make my dream come true.
“What about you, Kurosaki-san?”
“Of course. I’ll join too.”
Haruka looked straight at me and said emphatically.
“I can’t stand to keep losing.”
“I see.”
With Haruka joining, the club will have three members. It will be a blessing in terms of keeping the Literature Club alive.
“What kind of novels do you want to write, Shinohara-kun?”
“I’m thinking of a romantic comedy.”
“It sounds like a light novel.”
I liked romantic comedies. The storyline in which the hero and heroine overcome numerous obstacles to be united makes my heart beat faster and faster.
“Kurosaki-san is mystery, right?”
“How did you know?”
Haruka’s taste in books was biased toward mystery. It is the nature of writers to write what they like.
“I wonder if you can write a romantic comedy. You don’t understand women’s hearts.”
“It hurts when you hit that point, but …… it’s okay, because I write what I like.”
“I don’t mind. I’m just worried about whether you can describe a hero who will be liked by the heroine.”
Haruka has a good point. I don’t understand the female mind. If I did, I would have been able to manage my married life better. Haruka and I didn’t even fight at the end of our marriage. We didn’t care about each other. No, Haruka might have tried to talk to me. I was the one who rejected her. We were over.
“What’s wrong?”
I noticed that my brow was wrinkled. I shook my head and said, “Nothing”
“That’s the thing.”
Haruka lets out a sigh.
“Shinohara-kun immediately tries to hide his true feelings. That’s what makes girls uneasy.”
“So that’s how it is.”
“That’s how it is.”
Haruka points this out to me and I think about it. It’s true that I have a tendency to hold important things in my own hands. I have never asked Haruka for advice. Even when I felt pressured by important work at the company, I overcame it all by myself.
“I guess I want to consult with people.”
“Of course. It’s hard to watch someone you love suffer. I want to tell them that it is okay to run away if they are in pain.”
Is it okay to run away? I would never have come up with such an idea on my own. No matter how hard it was, I always got through it on my own. And sometimes I ended up taking out my frustrations on Haruka at home. The accumulation of such things made our relationship worse.
Looking back, there were many things I did wrong. I just didn’t realize it. But people are not perfect. There are inevitably times when things get out of hand. I think it is important to be able to communicate properly in such situations.
“I’m going to reflect on that.”
Reflecting on myself, I thought that if I could see Haruka before the divorce, I would apologize to her.