Reincarnation: Yukino Yukinoshita Is My Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 82: Yukino: She had already lost her home

Before eting Haru, Utaha first t up with Kato gumi.

As usual, they arranged to et at a small, budget-friendly café near Utaha's house.

Ever since they beca friends, the two would often et at this café whenever they had ti to discuss the heroine's script.

gumi assud that today's eting was for the sa reason.

But the mont she saw Utaha, a different thought crossed her mind.

The reason was simple—Utaha looked stunning.

She was dressed far more elegantly than usual. The well-fitted dress not only accentuated her tall figure but also highlighted her slender waist and ample chest.

At first, gumi thought Utaha might be going out with her parents later, which would explain the extra effort in her appearance.

But as they ordered their drinks and got into their usual script discussion, gumi noticed sothing else.

Utaha-senpai was in an unusually good mood—far more open and carefree than usual, as if she wasn't carrying her usual burdens.

After a while, gumi casually asked, "Did sothing good happen to you, Senpai?"

Utaha blinked. "Is it that obvious?"

gumi shook her head. "It's probably because we've been eting so often that I can tell."

It was a reasonable answer.

Utaha believed it.

She smiled before admitting softly, "Sothing good did happen… but also sothing bad."

"The kind of thing you can't talk about?" gumi asked understandingly.

Utaha gave a small, apologetic nod.

gumi didn't press further, but she had already figured it out.

Amamiya Haru.

If there was anyone who could put Utaha in such high spirits, it had to be him.

gumi was curious but kept her expression neutral. "At this pace, the club's short film should be finished by the end of the month."

Utaha's gaze flickered. With the way Yukinoshita was acting lately, there was no way they'd finish by then.

"Have you thought about what cos next, Senpai?" gumi asked.

Utaha frowned slightly. "Next?"

"Well, Yukinoshita-san's short film is actually really interesting, and the story is quite touching. As long as it's properly promoted, I think a lot of people will enjoy it once it's released."

"That…"

Utaha had never thought about it that way.

At first, she had only wanted to improve herself. Taking on the role of the film's heroine was just her way of proving to Yukinoshita that she was just as talented and capable.

But now, with her mind full of Haru, she hadn't given the film's future any thought.

Hearing gumi ntion it, she suddenly realized—if the short film gained popularity, the attention she received at school would increase dramatically.

"How annoying," she muttered, picking up her juice with mild frustration.

gumi nodded in agreent. "You're already quite popular at school, Senpai. If this film blows up, even more people will be paying attention to you."

Utaha suddenly said, "It's fine. I plan to work behind the scenes in the future anyway."

"Behind the scenes?"

For once, gumi looked genuinely surprised.

Utaha's expression was serious. "I want to beco the best screenwriter."

"I see."

gumi thought Utaha seed more determined than ever. Did Haru say sothing to her again?

"But honestly, aiming to be the best screenwriter… that's quite a challenge."

"If even I don't believe I can be the best, how can I ever reach that goal?"

"Eh?"

gumi blinked.

That sounded exactly like sothing Haru would say.

What on earth had those two talked about?

For the first ti in her life, gumi's curiosity was about to explode.

At around ten o'clock, they went their separate ways.

Back in her bedroom, Utaha stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her appearance. She touched up her makeup and, satisfied with the result, smiled.

She and Haru had planned to et for lunch.

It had taken so serious effort on her part to get him to agree.

"Mom, I won't be ho for lunch."

Before heading out, she tried to suppress the excitent bubbling inside her and casually inford her mother.

Her mother watched her daughter's cheerful footsteps with a sigh.

—

Ten minutes later, Utaha and Haru t in a private room at a restaurant. That was also her request.

"You seed pretty eager to et. Sothing important?"

Haru looked as composed as ever.

Utaha gazed at his face, her lips curling into a playful smile. "I kind of regret giving away my first kiss so casually."

"Well, it's too late for that now."

"True."

They exchanged light banter while placing their orders.

Once the server left, Utaha spoke again.

"How are things between you and Yukinoshita-san now?"

Despite her best efforts, a trace of worry and unease slipped into her voice.

Haru answered calmly, "You don't need to bla yourself, and you don't need to overthink. This is sothing I should handle."

Utaha understood imdiately. After a brief hesitation, she bit her lip and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Are you going to start saying dumb things again?" Haru countered.

What's done was done. He wasn't about to bla her.

The only one at fault here was himself.

Seeing his attitude, Utaha deliberately put on a bright smile. "Actually, I have an idea."

"What idea?"

"You could just put all the bla on —"

"I get it now. You didn't co here to chat. You ca to pick a fight."

Haru cut her off.

Her eyes twinkled with amusent. "Fine, I won't say it."

She could feel his concern for her, and it ward her heart. But her desire to help him was even stronger.

Of course, she wouldn't say that out loud.

Instead, she teased, "Want to help you relax this afternoon?"

"Your acting is getting sloppy."

"That's kind of rude, you know."

Though she had been joking, after lunch, she still stayed with him for a long ti, unwilling to leave.

She avoided ntioning Yukino, instead chatting about school life and the rising popularity of the mysterious "Hooded Hero" online.

Haru listened patiently.

And just like that, two uneventful days passed.

Then, for the first ti in a while, Yukino sent a ssage in the film club's group chat—

All swimming and filming activities for the week were postponed.

She had sothing to take care of.

No one objected to the postponent.

Two days later, in the afternoon, Haru received a call from Haruno.

"Yukino went back to Chiba… She's with our parents now. I was the one who suggested it. You know what that ans, right?"

"I'm heading out now."

"My point is, what about the fancy dinner you owe ?"

"I'll put it on my tab. We'll settle it next ti."

Haru sincerely thanked Haruno over the phone.

The real reason she called wasn't just to inform him that Yukino had gone ho.

She was sending him a ssage—Yukino was doing much better.

Haru called for his driver. Once inside the car, he closed his eyes to rest.

He recalled sothing Yukino had once said to him.

"My world is actually very small."

And now, she was proving it.

She was angry. She was hurt.

But she chose to be alone.

And precisely because she was alone, she felt even lonelier. That was why she agreed to Haruno's suggestion and returned ho for a while.

It was Haruno's way of looking out for her. Seeing her little sister like this, she couldn't just let her isolate herself indefinitely. Ho was the better option.

On the way, the driver asked when Haru planned to return.

"Drop off and head back yourself. I might not be coming back. There's a good chance my hundred-sothing pounds will stay in Chiba for good."

The driver shuddered. "Boss, the way you say things is terrifying. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were going to the Yukinoshita house to start a fight."

"More like to get beaten up," Haru corrected.

The driver suddenly rembered the complint Haru had given him before. So, he put it to use.

"Your badass."

His pronunciation in Chinese was surprisingly crisp and accurate.

Haru couldn't help but laugh.

—

Yukinoshita Residence, Chiba.

Mr. and Mrs. Yukinoshita were upstairs. Their younger daughter was in her room downstairs.

"There's sothing off about Yukino," her father said.

His wife didn't reply imdiately. She calmly poured tea and said, "I know Haru's personality well. He's pampered Yukino since they were kids. Occasionally, he'd tease her and make her mad, but…"

Her husband hesitated. "But Yukino looks different this ti. It's not like before."

"It's just a couple's quarrel. Besides…"

She paused for a mont, still composed and elegant.

"Haruno told Yukino wanted to co ho because she was in a bad mood."

"So?" Her husband didn't quite follow.

Mrs. Yukinoshita took a sip of tea and said flatly, "If Haruno told , that ans she told him too."

Right on cue, her phone buzzed on the table.

She glanced at the screen and smiled.

"See? He's already on his way."

Her husband peeked at the ssage:

"Auntie, can I crash at your place for dinner? Would that be okay?"

"Didn't Haruno just call you a little while ago? He got here fast. No wonder Yukino got tricked into going out with him."

He sighed, feeling a little resentful about his daughter being "stolen."

His wife smiled knowingly. "I'll see if he needs my help later. What about you?"

Her husband chuckled. "I'm not helping him."

He sounded so firm.

But when Haru arrived, carrying gifts he had hastily bought along the way, he greeted them with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry for the sudden visit. I brought so things for you."

As he showed them the gifts, Mr. Yukinoshita's eyes lit up.

"Haru, you have great taste. I've been eyeing this chanical watch for a while now but kept forgetting to buy it."

Haru grinned. "Well, doesn't this prove we're on the sa wavelength? Otherwise, how could I have picked out sothing that just so happens to match your taste?"

"Good point."

Watching her husband and Haru chatting so naturally, Mrs. Yukinoshita maintained her gentle smile but didn't bother joining the conversation.

"I'm not helping him."

She had heard that line too many tis before.

Compared to her own strong-willed personality, her husband was much more easygoing.

Since they had no sons, only two daughters, he had taken a liking to Haru from a young age. Haru had always been mature and reliable, earning his admiration.

"Auntie, this is for you," Haru said, handing over a scarf and so costics.

She took a quick glance at the gifts before accepting them.

"How convenient," she murmured.

Haru played dumb. "What do you an?"

She didn't answer.

These were exactly the things she liked.

She didn't need to guess—Haru had obviously sought outside help for this.

And who was the best person to ask?

The answer was obvious.

Haruno.

"How much did you bribe Haruno?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita led Haru inside, her voice gentle.

"I didn't. Haruno and I are just good friends—no deals involved," Haru said righteously.

Not a single word about his desperate plea for Haruno's advice on the way here.

Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled.

Then, her expression turned cold.

"Should I call Haruno right now and ask?"

Haru sighed dramatically. "Auntie, please have rcy."

"Honest kids get rewarded."

She patted his head like she used to when he was little.

The three of them sat in the living room. While her husband happily chatted with Haru, she silently brewed so tea.

She was a capable woman.

In a way, the Yukinoshita sisters were like her—but a toned-down version.

She was truly all-capable.

Not an all-capable girl, but an all-capable woman.

Naturally, her tea-making skills were impeccable.

After handing Haru a cup, she finally spoke.

"You'll stay for dinner. As for tonight, it's up to you whether you want to go back or not."

Her husband nodded. "If you want to stay, I'll prepare the guest room like before."

Haru sipped his tea, feigning shock.

"Wait, I'm actually allowed to stay?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita gave him a knowing smile. "You weren't planning on leaving, were you?"

"I thought you'd just scold and kick out."

"Oh, Haruno really wasn't lying about how smart you are."

Then, her tone suddenly shifted, sharp and direct.

"So? How exactly did you upset Yukino? She's furious this ti. I'd like you to confess. That way, maybe I'll go a little easier on you."

The abrupt change in tone and topic caught Haru off guard.

He chuckled awkwardly. "That's why I'm here to apologize."

She studied him for a mont, then smirked.

"You? Apologize?"

Without another word, she walked to Yukino's room and knocked.

Five seconds later, the door opened.

Yukino stood there, her delicate features slightly puzzled.

Her mother said nothing. She simply stepped aside, revealing Haru awkwardly sitting on the couch.

Yukino blinked.

Then, she froze.

Her first thought:

Of course, this shaless guy showed up uninvited. That's just how he is.

Her second thought:

Haruno was working with him all along!

She was still mad.

She still haven't forgiven him yet.

But since her mother had personally knocked on her door, there was no way she could just turn around and shut it.

Mrs. Yukinoshita took in every shift in her daughter's expression.

Then, she cast Haru a aningful glance.

It said: I liked your gifts, but you weren't honest with . So, this is as much help as you're getting.

The look was blatantly obvious.

Yukino, sharp as always, caught it imdiately.

Her mind blanked for a second.

What?

Even Mom's in on this?

She glanced at her father.

Great. Now it's both parents.

Yukino was speechless.

She hadn't even forgiven him yet.

And sohow…

She had already lost her ho.