Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Episode 44

I was practically thrown out of the hospital when I was discharged, and the first thing I did was try to contact some friends to find a place to stay.

But… almost no one responded.

Actually, most of them had blocked me.

And the only person who replied—was her.

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“It’s been a while, Fuyumi-chan!”

“Y-Yeah… it’s been a while, Honoka-san.”

“Hmm, what should I order? I think I’ll get a strawberry parfait and a banana parfait!”

“Uh, then I’ll have the matcha parfait.”

“Okay, sounds good! Let’s order then!”

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Soon after, the parfaits arrived at the table.

We both dug in with our long parfait spoons.

And that’s when I started to feel it—something was off.

I didn’t know what exactly felt wrong.

Honoka seemed just like always—her clothes, her smile, her cheerful tone—everything was the same.

Which is exactly why…

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“Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you asking about my leg?”

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That’s what made it so strange.

I had a sprained ankle and was using crutches.

Anyone would normally ask, “What happened?” or “Are you okay?”

That’s just how friends behave when they see someone hurt.

Sure, Honoka could be a bit spacey or out of touch sometimes, but she was never the kind of person to ignore a friend’s injury.

So, if she was acting this way, there was only one possible explanation.

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“Why, huh…”

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The smile disappeared from Honoka’s face. Her voice dropped a full octave, unmistakably colder.

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“Do I really need to say it for you to understand, Fuyumi-chan?”

“H-huh…?”

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To me, Honoka had always been the definition of a soft, fluffy girl.

She loved cute things, was always cheerful and gentle, and never without a smile.

That wasn’t just my impression—ask anyone who knew her, and they’d say the same.

So, the problem wasn’t with who she was.

It was with who I had become in her eyes.

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“I have nothing to say to someone who would betray their own boyfriend.”

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In other words, I was no longer her friend—no longer someone she’d worry about or show kindness to.

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“W-wait, there’s… there’s a reason for what happened!”

“A reason? What kind of reason?”

“I… I was lonely!”

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My head was buzzing, and I couldn’t think straight. I just started blurting things out.

Yes, that’s it—I was lonely.

Kengorou and I were in different departments, and our schedules didn’t match up a lot of the time.

Even when I had free time, he’d be swamped with exams or part-time work.

And then, almost like he had sensed it, Natsuyama started messaging me. I ended up confiding in him about all sorts of things.

And before I knew it, things escalated between us.

At some point, I found myself telling Honoka everything.

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“I see, I see… got it, Fuyumi-chan.”

“Y-you do? You understand?”

“Oh, and… if it’s not too much trouble, could I maybe stay at your place for a bit? Just until my leg heals. I’ll try my best not to be a burden—please!”

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I bowed my head.

I had no choice.

The hospital had already kicked me out, and I had nowhere to go.

This was my last option—relying on a friend.

I knew I’d be a burden, especially with my injury, but she was the only person I had left to turn to.

And her answer—

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“Of course~”

“Thank you so mu—”

“—I was kidding. Obviously, no.”

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With a beaming smile, Honoka rejected me without hesitation.

Her tone didn’t change.

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“Lonely? Even though you had Kengorou-kun? I have Marco, but I’ve never once felt ‘lonely.’ And if I ever did, I’d call my boyfriend—or my friends. Fuyumi-chan, you never once reached out to me, did you?”

“I-I…”

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Even if I had felt lonely, why hadn’t I confided in Honoka?

That’s what she was asking—and I had no answer.

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“No matter what your reason was, cheating on your boyfriend is never okay, right?”

“……”

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She was right.
My excuse about being “lonely” completely fell apart under scrutiny.

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“Well then, I guess we’re done here, aren’t we?”

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A voice spoke above us—calm, cold, and unmistakably familiar.

I slowly looked up.

There stood a tall, well-built young man.

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“Marco-kun…”

“Yo, long time no see, Fuyumi-chan.”

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He sat beside Honoka and began eating the banana parfait.

It all made sense now.

That parfait was his.

Which meant this whole situation—this confrontation—had been planned from the start.

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“W-why would you go this far?”

“Simple. I wanted to hear your side of the story too. It wouldn’t be fair to just listen to him. You were our friend once—part of our group.”

“…Ah…”

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That were stung more than I expected.

The two of them exchanged a glance.

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“Well then, you can go now, Fuyumi-chan.”

“W-wait, what about the parfait bill—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Just go.”

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Their faces…

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“Ah…”

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Held no emotion whatsoever.

They looked at me the way someone might look at a bug crawling on the ground.

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“A-aahhhhhh!”

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I grabbed my crutch and ran.

Nearly tripping again and again.

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“What am I supposed to do now…”

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Now, I’d truly run out of options.

Where could I go?

What was I supposed to do?