My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 1

Celebrity Girlfriend

On a Tokyo night, at the Kujima Izakaya.

Steam wafted out from the small window in the kitchen, warmly brushing against the fair cheeks of Kimura Hayata.

The fine fringe on his forehead was already damp with sweat, listlessly hanging over the deep blue bowl with the “Kujima” logo as sweat dripped onto the floor along the young and clear-cut jawline.

Holding a pen in his hand, Kimura earnestly signed his name on the checkout form hanging on the wall.

“Get ready to finish work, Hayata.”

A low, heavily fatigued voice sounded from the side as the owner, Kujima, with a white towel draped around his neck, lifted the kitchen door curtain and walked out.

“Will leave shortly.”

After verifying that the signature on the form was correct, Kimura put down his pen and turned to face the owner.

Just as he turned around, a glass filled with shochu was handed to him and unceremoniously thrust into Kimura’s hand.

“Hey, Mr. Kujima, what’s this?”

“Shochu. After a day’s work, you really need a drink to feel alive!”

Kujima, with a sweaty face, wore a hearty smile and held a glass of shochu in his hand.

Before Kimura could say anything, Kujima, with one hand on his hip and the other holding the glass to his lips, took a few “gulp” sounds, and the shochu-filled glass was emptied.

Kujima, still unsatisfied, smacked his lips, then suddenly remembered something. He reached into his pocket, took out a few banknotes, and placed them on the table behind him.

“Almost forgot, this is Hayata’s pay for today, consider the shochu my treat.”

Kimura stared at the banknotes on the table. “Thank you.”

Mr. Kujima waved his hand, wiped his face full of sweat with a corner of the towel, and headed towards the kitchen.

“Alright, hurry up, finish your drink and go home to be with your girlfriend.”

Kimura glanced at the glass in his hand, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he raised the glass of shochu, finishing it in one go.

He took off the headband from his forehead and the apron around his waist, put the banknotes on the table into his pocket, and left the izakaya.

The dim yellow light on the roadside illuminated Kimura. He wiped the sweat off his chin with his hand, and a refreshing night breeze hit him, instantly making him feel more awake.

He had completely adapted to this kind of part-time work life, well, it had been four years of repeating the same routine.

Four years ago, Kimura transmigrated into this world, becoming a student at the Kiyomi Art University’s directing department.

Studying in a place as valuable as Tokyo forced Kimura to take on multiple jobs every day to meet his daily expenses.

He had also considered trying something like what other transmigrators did, copying and pasting some literature, but the reality was that becoming popular was truly not a simple matter.

At least Kimura had tried. Faced with live streams that still had single-digit viewers after two hours and rejection emails everywhere he submitted, the harsh reality set in.

If he tried a few more times, he might really starve himself to death, especially since he started this world without a penny to his name.

The only thing that could be considered lucky was that he had a cute Tokyo girlfriend during his four years of university.

The only question was, he didn’t know if she still considered him her boyfriend.

Kimura let out a long sigh, rubbing his tousled and messy hair with his palm. “Probably not anymore, right?”

Since his girlfriend was discovered by talent scouts and debuted in Tokyo not long after, the two had started seeing each other less and less. 

Rumor had it that although his girlfriend was a newcomer in the entertainment industry, she quickly gained a large number of fans. 

Without a doubt, becoming famous throughout the country was only a matter of time.

As his celebrity girlfriend became more and more popular, the frequency of their contact decreased. It had been a while since they last exchanged messages…

Kimura took out his phone and opened the Line app, where the name “Asuka”
lay quietly in the pinned chat.

His finger gently tapped the screen, opening the chat box and scrolling to the timestamp of their last conversation.

“It’s been two months already.”

Kimura found it somewhat ironic. For a couple, two months without contact might seem a bit extreme. 

However, they hadn’t explicitly said anything like “breaking up,” yet their current state didn’t feel like that of a couple at all!

Frowning, Kimura held the phone with both hands, his fingers hesitating above the screen.

Should he send a message to try and find out? If the other side replied, he would know their current relationship, right?

However, he probably could already guess the outcome.

One rising star in the entertainment industry, and another struggling to make ends meet as a part-time worker – the difference was too stark! 

The agency probably wouldn’t allow their artist to maintain such a relationship. Breaking up might indeed be just a matter of words.

The bright light from the phone screen illuminated Kimura’s face, and in the end, he gave up on composing a message.

If a breakup was inevitable, maybe he should wait for the other side to say it first. What if everything was just a figment of his imagination?

Although Kimura knew the probability of that was low.

……

Returning to the rental apartment, Kimura climbed the stairs and walked out of the stairwell.

The apartment building was somewhat old, with some floor lights flickering continuously in the stairwell, making it look especially eerie.

Turning the corner towards his own apartment, suddenly a pair of slender and fair round calves appeared in his field of vision, clad in black ankle socks and stepping into a cute pair of Mary Jane shoes.

Huh? Someone’s there?

Kimura was somewhat surprised as he looked up and saw a girl standing in front of the apartment next to his, wearing a snow-white waisted dress.

Her jet-black, silky hair was tied into a sophisticated and mature low Japanese-style bun. 

Strands of hair were pulled back, revealing a delicate and snowy-white slender neck. 

Her petite and exquisite features resembled those of a delicate doll.

With disheveled and fluffy bangs on her forehead, a cold expression, and eyes that seemed to glisten like water, the girl exuded a fresh and radiant beauty.

“Asuka?” Kimura recognized the girl in front of him at a glance and exclaimed in surprise.

“Hayata-chan!”

Asuka’s beautiful eyes curved into two cute crescent moons, her long eyelashes gently reflecting a soft glow in the dim light.

Kimura looked at the charming and adorable girl before him somewhat unrealistically. His usually calm heart began to warm up, but soon returned to tranquility.

Two months of separation left him struggling to find common topics with her. 

Plus, the speculations about their current relationship during the walk had left him unsure of how to address Asuka.

Silently, he took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

“Come in.”

Asuka nodded obediently, following Kimura into the house. She took off her Mary Jane shoes, revealing a pair of delicate small feet.

She placed her Mary Jane shoes next to Kimura’s shoes, carefully arranging them neatly.

After finishing this, Asuka was satisfied and stood up to leave the entrance.

Kimura was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, a light smile on his face as he watched Asuka slowly sit down beside him.

A faint jasmine fragrance wafted in, causing Kimura to lose focus for a moment.

“How have you been lately?” Kimura broke the silence with the first words.

Asuka’s fair fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Kimura.

“Not bad. How about you, Hayata-chan?”

Kimura scratched his head. “Same as before, neither good nor bad.”

“Mm.”

Asuka nodded, placing her hands on the back of the sofa.

The atmosphere once again fell into an awkward silence, and the bright living room saw the two sitting quietly.

Just as Kimura was racking his brain to think of something to say, Asuka spoke first.

“Hey, Hayata-chan, the agency won’t allow me to continue dating you.”