Reincarnation: Yukino Yukinoshita Is My Childhood Sweetheart

While Haru and Megumi were still chatting downstairs by the apartment entrance, Yukino and Utaha were having a quiet little conversation of their own in the living room.

They weren't talking about the script anymore.

"I've decided to stay over tonight," Utaha said casually as she sat to Yukino's right, as if she had just remembered this detail.

Yukino blinked.

"Is that something that really needs to be announced?"

Utaha's eyes flickered, her voice just a bit too careful.

"Well, I don't get to stay here as often as you do, so I figured it was worth mentioning."

Yukino stared at her face for a few seconds, then let out a breath and rubbed her forehead.

"I think I've figured out what you're actually trying to say."

Her expression was one of pure exasperation.

Utaha gave a tiny cough and reached down to pet the cat—totally pretending to be casual.

"Well, since you've already guessed, I suppose I don't need to say it out loud."

"No," Yukino said flatly. "You have to say it."

Utaha froze.

Yukino added coolly, "I want to confirm whether my guess is correct. I'd rather not spend the night with unanswered suspicions."

"…You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Utaha squinted in disbelief.

"Doing what?" Yukino's tone remained unbothered.

"You're secretly into this sort of thing, aren't you? Otherwise, why would you insist I say it out loud?"

"As I said, I simply want confirmation."

There was a brief silence before Utaha's cheeks began to flush slightly. But she didn't shy away. Meeting Yukino's steady gaze, she asked,

"…Should we do what we did last time?"

Yukino sighed, visibly more annoyed.

"So I was right."

Now that things were out in the open, Utaha didn't bother being subtle. She grinned playfully.

"So—want to do it together again?"

Yukino scowled. "Could you not phrase it like that?"

"I tried to be subtle," Utaha countered, "but you insisted I say it clearly. And now that I've said it, you're mad at me? That's unfair."

She chuckled softly, the laughter tinged with mischief.

"Anyway, I just gave you exactly what you asked for."

Yukino's fist clenched slightly.

If Utaha dared to push her any further, she'd be putting that martial arts training to very good use.

Fortunately, Utaha knew her limits.

Sensing the danger, she quickly switched to a more respectful tone.

"…But only if you're okay with it. I won't force anything."

Yukino was quiet for a moment before muttering, half annoyed,

"You're getting disturbingly good at this."

"At what, exactly?"

"At saying things like this so casually. I mean… aren't these embarrassing topics?"

Utaha, sensing Yukino's shame and irritation, only grew calmer.

"Well, we've already done it once."

Yukino stiffened.

True. That had already happened.

And once there's a first time, a second one doesn't seem so far away.

Sure, it had taken them both days to recover emotionally from that night, but as time passed—and with them constantly seeing each other—that awkwardness had gradually faded.

More importantly, Yukino realized she genuinely enjoyed talking to Utaha about serious topics.

Aside from her sister, Utaha was the only one who could keep up with her thoughts and reasoning.

Megumi might be just as smart and observant, but Yukino always felt like that "ordinary girl" hid herself too well—talking with her always felt a bit... taxing.

So naturally, Yukino gravitated more toward Utaha for real discussions.

"…Since that night, there's something I've been thinking about," Utaha suddenly said, breaking Yukino's train of thought.

Yukino blinked.

"What is it?"

Utaha hesitated for a second, her beautiful eyes filled with a rare uncertainty.

"That night… we both gave it our all, right?"

Yukino's face instantly turned red.

"Are you trying to tell me some sort of dirty joke?"

Utaha waved it off with a laugh.

"I mean, don't you think his stamina was a bit too much?"

Yukino froze.

Utaha rubbed her temples like she was lost in thought.

"We were both totally exhausted, and he was still going strong. Honestly, it made me wonder—did we even make him go all out…?"

And then she smiled, like a wicked little imp.

"…How tragic. The two of us together couldn't even push Senpai to his limits."

Yukino stared at her.

"…What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's a meme I saw online," Utaha said, still grinning.

Yukino didn't press for details. Instead, she pushed down her flustered feelings and stated plainly,

"I'm rejecting your proposal."

Utaha blinked.

Yukino didn't look at her as she said it, her voice devoid of emotion.

"That kind of suggestion is too indecent for me. Especially the way you just said it—so blatantly."

Utaha gave her a deadpan look.

"…That's harsh, you know. I was embarrassed too. I forced myself to say it because I thought you'd appreciate the honesty."

Yukino glanced at her.

"And you're calling me blunt? That was me being tactful."

"…Then what would you say if you weren't tactful?"

"I'd say, 'Utaha-senpai, you're extremely lewd.'"

"…"

Utaha clutched her chest.

"…I think I just felt actual pain from that."

She was fuming. And frankly? She didn't quite believe Yukino's words either.

After all, they'd seen everything now—nothing to hide anymore.

And with her sharp insight, Utaha could clearly tell that Yukino wasn't as firmly opposed as she claimed.

Fine. If you're going to play coy… then don't blame me for hogging him all to myself!

Just past 11:30 p.m., Haru finally turned off the TV. He was lying on the sofa, having just picked up his phone, when he heard a sound from the guest room.

He sat up, instinctively following the source of the noise.

And the moment he saw it—he froze.

His first thought: So Megumi was telling the truth after all… Senpai really does have that ridiculously sheer negligee!

Second thought: The bunny ears are seriously cute.

"You like it?"

In the dim glow of his phone screen, Utaha walked over, swaying her slim waist with a deliberately seductive grace.

"It's… nice," Haru replied instinctively—then his brain caught up with his mouth.

Wait, no—this isn't right!

The main bedroom light was still on.

He didn't even have time to say anything. With a whiff of perfume and warmth, Utaha's soft, heated body melted into his arms.

Her sultry, low voice whispered in the quiet living room, "Don't worry about Yukinoshita. She's probably still hesitating."

Haru stared at her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, confused. "…Did you two make some kind of secret deal again?"

Utaha's lips curled into a smile, cheeks flushed red, her voice teasing and mysterious: "Not yet. But maybe we will—very soon."

He had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

He genuinely couldn't keep up.

What the hell kind of conversation did the girls have up there, to make her—the calm, sharp-tongued senpai—bold enough to sneak-attack him like this, while Yukino was still awake in the master bedroom?

She nestled easily into his lap. He could tell she was embarrassed too—tense, even… or perhaps just excited.

Her delicate porcelain skin had a faint sheen of sweat, and her petite nose trembled slightly as if trying to catch her breath. The soft red blush bloomed across her cheeks and down her neck.

When she spoke, her lips parted just slightly to reveal neat, pearly teeth. Combined with her mature, sensual curves wrapped in that transparent nightgown, she radiated a mesmerizing femininity.

It was almost too perfect—like she had been sculpted from temptation itself.

But the most dangerous part?

No matter how mature her body looked, she was still, without question, a young girl blooming at the peak of her youth. Innocent and devastating all at once.

It was the kind of beauty that shattered any remaining defenses.

As Haru sat there, mind blank, Utaha leaned in until her forehead gently touched his.

Her voice tickled his ear, both amused and provocative:

"So… if I called Yukinoshita out here right now… what do you think she'd do?"

Haru's thoughts: She'd probably punch you.