Rewrite Our Love? Too Late-Chapter 115: A Six-Hundred-Page Love Letter

The cicadas outside screamed their summer chorus, but the thick glass windows muffled their noise. Inside the quiet room, time seemed to stand still. The only sound was the soft rustle of turning pages.

Kato Megumi's room was a perfect mirror of her personality—calm, unobtrusive, modestly girlish. A few pink accessories adorned the shelves, but the room remained simple, neat, and grounded. She sat at her desk, back straight, a light novel open in her hands.

Her fingers paused for a moment on the page. Her eyes, though calm, shimmered faintly. Her heart had been still for so long, but now it rippled.

The sales numbers for the light novel had come out earlier that day. She had seen them with her own eyes—millions of copies sold. A massive success. It was undeniable. And in that moment, Megumi understood something that made her chest tighten with something close to awe.

Yukima Azuma had kept his promise.

He had proven to the world that she could be the main heroine.

She, Kato Megumi—the girl who even her own classmates occasionally forgot—had captured the hearts of millions through his words.

How had he done it?

Even she had always thought of herself as plain, unremarkable. The kind of girl who blended into the background, like a quiet breeze that no one noticed. Yet somehow, this boy had taken her invisible self and projected her onto a stage where the entire world saw her shine.

Was it some kind of trick? An illusion spun by clever writing?

But no. As her eyes moved across the pages, she knew there was no trickery here. The girl in the story—Kujou Megumi—was unmistakably her. The name had been changed, just enough to offer her privacy. But the character was her in every way that mattered.

Every sentence, every smile, every hesitation, every soft word Kujou Megumi spoke, was exactly what she would have said.

Every expression, every slight motion of her hands, was hers.

Yukima Azuma hadn't created a character—he had transcribed her soul.

How deeply must he have observed her? How carefully must he have remembered her tiniest expressions, tucked them away, treasured them until he could recreate them perfectly? It felt like he had planted a tiny version of her in his heart, and let it bloom on the page.

As the story progressed, she saw through the eyes of the protagonist—the boy who gradually fell deeper in love with Kujou Megumi. His gaze had shifted. At first curious, then captivated, then wholly consumed.

It was through his eyes that Kato Megumi saw herself anew.

She realized something startling.

She had charm.

Real, unmistakable charm.

Charm that could enchant millions... but only if someone like Azuma was the one looking.

Only he could see it.

Not even she could.

No one else would ever understand her like that boy did.

Not even her.

As the fictional couple went on date after date, their bond deepened, and the Megumi in the story learned that she didn't need the world's attention. She only needed one person's gaze. And in return, she gave him her everything.

Kato Megumi finally closed the novel, only realizing now that she had reached the final page. Her fingertips lingered on the closed book's cover. Her cheeks were warm, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

This wasn't a story.

It was a six-hundred-page love letter.

"This is totally unfair... This is my first time receiving a love letter..." she whispered, clutching the book tighter to her chest.

Once you've seen the most breathtaking scenery, ordinary mountains and rivers seem dull.

That was how she felt now.

There was no one else in the world for her.

Only Yukima Azuma.

He had written her into a heroine.

But in truth, he had made himself her only hero.

From the moment he made that reckless promise, she had been doomed—hopelessly, irrevocably—doomed to fall for him.

And now, her feelings had nowhere else to go.

She stood up. Her feet moved on their own.

Book in hand, heart racing, she rushed toward the bathroom. She fixed her hair, checked her outfit, applied the lightest touch of lipstick.

Because a girl always wants to be her best for the boy she loves.

Even just a little cuter—if it made him notice her a little more—it was worth it.

She flew toward the front door, unable to bear another moment apart.

In the hallway, her sister, Kato Hiromi, had just stepped out of her room. She caught only a glimpse—a flurry of motion, the blur of her sister's figure as she dashed out. But in her hands, Hiromi spotted something strange.

A light novel. The cover didn't match the first, second, or third editions.

Hiromi froze. The suspicion she'd brushed off earlier now clawed its way back with terrifying clarity.

If that novel was what she thought it was...

Her sister had fallen. Hard.

Hiromi sucked in a sharp breath.

"This is bad. This is really bad..."

If someone ever did that much for her... she didn't think she'd be able to resist either. No matter what they did afterward. She'd fall. Completely. Maybe even ruin herself for love.

God help her.

At Yukima Azuma's home.

He had just finished steaming a fresh hairy crab. After cleaning it up, he packed it into a thermal container and reached for his phone to text Megumi.

Before he could hit send, the doorbell rang.

He opened the door.

And there she was.

Like a tuberose in bloom.

Like a returning bird finding its nest.

Kato Megumi launched herself into his arms without hesitation.

The force made him take a small step back, but he caught her. His phone still in one hand, his other instinctively moved to stroke her hair gently.

"What's wrong? Did someone bully you, Megumi?"

"Azuma-san is so sneaky. You're the one responsible for all of this, yet you still pretend to act innocent."

"Huh? Blaming me again?"

"Yes! It's all Azuma-san's fault!"

For the first time since they met, Megumi's tone was uncharacteristically stubborn. Her usual calm had given way to a playfully spoiled version of herself.

And she was adorable.

Azuma couldn't resist. He tightened his hold.

"I surrender! So, Megumi, how should I be punished?"

"Since I can't love anyone else anymore... Azuma-san, you'll have to take responsibility!"

She grabbed his collar, pulled him down—and kissed him.

There was no hesitation.

No reservations.

Just the pure, unfiltered emotion of a girl deeply in love.

Yukima Azuma barely had time to react—but when he did, he kissed her back. One toe nudged the door closed behind them. Then, he gently pressed her against it.

Time blurred around them.

Eventually, they pulled apart.

"...Orange," Megumi murmured, her fingers brushing her lips.

"I had an orange-flavored candy earlier," he said with a grin. "Perfect timing, huh?"

He pulled out the wrapper. In a flash, Megumi grabbed it and stuffed it into her pocket, her face burning red from ear to ear.

"I made some hairy crab. Still hot. Want some?"

"Umu... I'll eat here."

"What about your sister?"

"She ate a lot earlier. She won't want any more."

Back at the Kato household.

Hiromi sneezed.

She was scrolling through YouTube. A thumbnail with a massive, juicy hairy crab caught her attention.

Her stomach growled.

Back at Azuma's house, he opened the container. The rich aroma of crab filled the air.

He cracked the shells for her one by one, offering her the tender meat.

Megumi took each bite, savoring it. The flavor was exquisite, but it was the context that made it unforgettable. The food, the moment, the boy beside her—all of it.

It was like living inside a dream.

"Oh, right. I bought you a set of pajamas the other day. Want to try them on later?" he said casually.

"Azuma-san! You've been planning this from the start!"

She protested with a playful pout—but she still nodded.

After finishing the meal, they went to the bathroom to wash up.

Later, they opened the door to the room where Megumi often stayed over. Azuma retrieved the pajamas from the closet.

Megumi hugged them to her chest, glancing at him.

"Turn around."

"Huh? Not stepping out?" freēwēbnovel.com

"Just turn around. That's enough."

"...Got it."

He obeyed. Behind him, soft rustling sounds filled the room.

His self-control was tested to the limit.

Then her voice called softly.

He turned.

The pajamas fit perfectly, the white trim highlighting her quiet elegance. He had chosen well. Of course—he knew every one of her measurements by heart.

"Umu umu, looks great! My sense of style is top-notch."

"Azuma-san, don't say things like that in front of other girls!"

She gently tucked her hair behind her ear, unable to hide her happiness.

They stepped out of the room together and made their way to the storage room. From a drawer, they took out a nameplate holder.

Yukima Azuma wrote her name carefully: "Kato Megumi."

Then he hung it on the door of her room.

And just like that, she wasn't a guest anymore.

She belonged here.

With him.