Chapter 24 Time to Get Back Together (Nanami's Perspective)

Time to Get Back Together (Nanami’s Perspective)

One afternoon.

“Ugh, my room’s gotten ridiculously messy lately…”

Lying on the sofa in my living room, I glanced around.

Clothes were strewn everywhere, along with empty convenience store bento containers and plastic bottles. At some point, my house had turned into a complete disaster zone.

I don’t know how to use the washing machine. The one time I tried, my clothes shrank, so ever since, I’ve just left all my worn clothes lying around.

Since I can’t cook, I eat convenience store food every day. But I don’t know how to sort or dispose of trash properly, so everything just piles up on the table.

Ever since my childhood friend left, no one’s been doing the chores, and my house has only gotten messier.

“Ugh, seriously. It’s gotten so bad it’s starting to bother me… Hm?”

—Ping!

My smartphone pinged suddenly, interrupting my grumbling. I’d received a DM on SNS.

Annoyed, I grabbed my phone and checked the DM. And then…

“Ugh… not again.”

It was another DM from some male model wanting to hang out. He wasn’t a mutual follower, so I didn’t know him. Probably one of those guys connected to that sc🬀mbag.

“Ugh, what a joke…”

Sighing, I stared at the DM in exasperation.

Recently, my inbox has been flooded with messages from male models wanting to meet up—all because that sc🬀mbag spread rumors about us sleeping together.

Fortunately, everyone already knows he sleeps around, so I just cried fake tears and played the victim when explaining things to my closer friends.

They believed me, and now they’re super worried about me. In the end, that whole ordeal didn’t hurt me at all.

But thanks to him, my SNS is now overrun with DMs from random guys I don’t even know. All of them just want a hookup. Like I’d ever meet up with those losers.

“Ugh, this is ridiculous… I’m done checking my phone for a while.”

Fed up, I tossed my phone onto the table.

Seriously, are all guys this desperate? Stop messaging me like you have a chance, you horny monkeys.

“Ahh, now that I think about it, he was the only one who wasn’t like that… Huh?”

—Snap!

Suddenly, all the lights in my house went out. Even the heater stopped. It seemed the circuit breaker had tripped.

“Why did the power suddenly go out? Ugh, this is such a pain…”

Muttering complaints, I left the living room and went to check the breaker in the hallway. But the breaker wasn’t tripped—it was still on.

“Huh? Could this be a planned power outage? But no one told me about this…”

I don’t keep up with local announcements—that was always his job. Honestly, how am I even supposed to find out about these things?

“Hmm… Oh, that’s right. Maybe there’s a notice in the mailbox.”

Suddenly remembering the mailbox, I decided to check it.

Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t checked the mailbox once since we broke up. It had been almost two months. Which meant…

“…Ugh. It’s completely stuffed.”

I opened the mailbox and found it crammed with postcards and envelopes.

Sighing, I started pulling everything out. That’s when I found the reason for the power outage.

“Eh? Unpaid electric bill…? What the hell is this?”

I stared in disbelief at the notice, warning that if I didn’t pay the bill, my electricity wouldn’t be restored.

“And there are water and gas bills here too? Wait… am I supposed to handle all of this myself? No one told me about that…”

I had no idea you had to pay for electricity and water every month.

Isn’t this house standalone? Shouldn’t utilities like water and electricity just be free? This makes no sense…

“Wait… does that mean he used to handle all of this? The cleaning, the cooking, the bills?”

So he wasn’t just doing chores—he was also paying the utility bills?

“Seriously? He was way too competent.”

On top of that, he always listened to me, helped me when I wasn’t feeling well, and wasn’t a pervert… Looking back, he was a pretty solid boyfriend.

Sure, his face was average, and his jokes weren’t funny, but he handled everything for me.

Honestly, breaking up wasn’t necessary. Being with him had way more benefits.

“…Sigh, oh well. I guess I’ll just have to get back together with him.”

Living like this is exhausting. So I decided to patch things up with him.

I mean, if he can reconcile with a model like me, he’ll be over the moon. And since he’s a guy, if I just have s🬀x with him once to make up, he’ll be back to normal, right?

I grabbed my phone, opened LINE, and was about to send him a “I want to see you” message. But…

“Oh, right. I forgot… he blocked me.”

I suddenly remembered we’d mutually blocked each other when we broke up. So I couldn’t message him.

Honestly, the nerve of him to block me! When I see him, I’m definitely going to give him a piece of my mind.

Left with no choice, I decided to head to his university. I’d been there before, so I had a general idea of where to find him.