My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 18

Very Beautiful

After finishing their bento, Asuka lay down on the picnic mat to rest.

The bright sunlight illuminated the girl’s fair cheeks, and the shadows of her hair danced gracefully.

The air was filled with the fragrance of fresh grass, occasionally brushed by a gentle breeze.

Kimura took off his jacket and gently draped it over Asuka.

The girl, resting with her eyes closed, displayed a charming curve at the corner of her mouth.

The lake’s surface shimmered with glimmering ripples.

It felt like a scene from the script of “Even if This Love Disappears from the World Tonight.”

They truly seemed like a cliché couple.

For some reason, Kimura thought so.

He looked down at the plastic bag that had rolled out of his jacket and landed on his knee.

Inside the bag was the bunch of wildflowers given to him by the convenience store clerk.

Kimura glanced at Asuka, who was peacefully resting beside him, and carefully opened the plastic bag.

He took out the bunch of flowers inside.

The chaotic little wildflowers swayed gently in the wind, displaying a multitude of bright and beautiful colors that were pleasing to the eye.

Who said these were just common wildflowers by the roadside?

They were clearly the triumphant winners blooming unyieldingly in the corners of winter.

Holding the bouquet in his hands, Kimura looked at the lush green lawn around him.

As he expected, there were indeed no flowers in Kiyomi Park in winter.

Even the old man selling flowers had disappeared without a trace.

Staring at the bouquet in his hands, Kimura couldn’t help shaking his head.

Wouldn’t this be a bit old-fashioned? 

He felt like one of those outdated uncles from Japanese TV dramas of the last century, using down-to-earth methods to make a girl happy.

Speaking of which, before his parents passed away, whenever his father came home late after drinking, he would always pick a bunch of flowers from the rural path and give them to his mother.

Although his mother would still sternly scold his father, those flowers were always cherished and kept in a vase by his mother, untouched.

He remembered his father saying that he had won his mother over with a flower crown made of grass.

Despite being a joke, his father always made and gave flower crowns to his mother.

However, whether it was the flowers in the vase or the flower crowns made of small flowers…

After his parents passed away, they disappeared from the rural house.

Perhaps it was because there was no one filled with love to care for them again…

Unconsciously, the bouquet that was originally held together was now scattered on his lap.

He began to weave the small flowers together with his hands, just like his father did years ago.

……

A tingling sensation spread across the cheeks as the gentle breeze tousled Asuka’s hair, sliding it over her face.

Asuka slowly opened her eyes, and the bright sunlight beamed from a distance, causing her to squint slightly.

The sun, which was initially overhead, had now shifted towards the distant skyline.

A faint “whooshing” sound echoed in her ears, and a blend of the scent of grass and flowers lingered around her nose.

Asuka yawned with a slight opening of her small mouth, but her arm movement was restrained by something.

It was Kimura’s jacket…

If it weren’t for Kimura’s jacket, perhaps she wouldn’t have felt comfortable enough to fall asleep here.

Thinking this, her face was filled with a happy smile.

She looked ahead at the figure sitting cross-legged on the picnic mat, facing the sunlight.

A breeze lifted the fine strands of hair on the young man’s forehead, casting a glow on his handsome and fair face. The Adam’s apple gently moved in his slender neck.

“Hayata-chan.”

Asuka took off the jacket covering her and sat up.

Kimura seemed to be tinkering with something while bowing his head.

Curious, she shuffled forward, trying to get a clearer view of what was in Kimura’s arms.

“Hayata…” She reached out to touch Kimura’s shoulder.

Before she could finish her sentence, Kimura turned around.

A rustling sound echoed in her ears as the familiar face came very close.

Her heart felt as if it were momentarily squeezed tight and then released, throbbing in a panic as if it were about to explode.

The fresh, soapy scent from Kimura enveloped her senses.

Asuka subconsciously tried to step back.

“Don’t move.”

Kimura’s clear and gentle voice sounded in her ears.

In those plain words, there seemed to be an immense force, leaving Asuka standing still in a daze.

Kimura’s hands brushed through her hair by her ears, and there was a subtle and almost imperceptible weight added to her head.

A shadow fell before her eyes.

After a moment,

Kimura withdrew his hands, looking satisfied at the colorful flower crown adorning Asuka’s head.

“It’s still a bit rough, I guess…”

While Asuka rested, Kimura attempted to weave a flower crown based on his memory.

Unexpectedly, he managed to make one.

However…

The small flowers were tangled in a disorderly manner, and the shape of the crown was irregular and twisted.

Kimura took out his phone, opened the camera, and aimed it at Asuka.

Click.

“Eh? Asuka, why is your face so red?”

Kimura peered out from behind his phone, watching Asuka’s cheeks blush like rosy clouds. Even her neck and ears were tinged with crimson.

The winter sunlight enveloped the girl, and in her clear, sparkling eyes, the figure of the young man was reflected.

The vibrant flower crown on her head accentuated the fair and rosy complexion of Asuka, creating a breathtaking sight.

Suddenly, Asuka snapped out of her thoughts. Her delicate, white hand reached towards her head, touching the flower crown.

Looking at the somewhat hastily made flower crown in her hand, Asuka asked in surprise, “Did Hayata-chan make this?”

“Yeah.” Kimura grinned, scratching his head. “It’s just… a bit ugly.”

He handed his phone to Asuka.

On the screen were the photos Kimura had just taken.

Asuka used her fingers to zoom in on the pictures.

After a while,

Asuka looked up, her eyes fixed on Kimura, and she shook her head gently.

“Hayata-chan’s handmade flower crown… it’s very beautiful. I really like it.”

Kimura was momentarily stunned.

“Beautiful is beautiful, but Asuka, is it worth crying over?”

“Hmm?”

Asuka touched the corner of her eye, which had unexpectedly become moist.

Kimura’s large hand gently cupped Asuka’s cheek, his fingers wiping away the moisture at the corner of her eye.

“What’s wrong?”

“The wind, it’s the wind,” Asuka pursed her lips and said softly.

In reality, it wasn’t the wind. 

She didn’t know why, but just a moment ago, an inexplicable sense of grievance surged in her heart, like a feeling that had been suppressed for a long time.

At first, Asuka wanted a picnic in the park to relive the memories of when they first started. 

But unexpectedly, there was no old man selling flowers at Kiyomi Park, and there were no romantic flowers in bloom.

Originally…

She thought she couldn’t find any memories.

……

On the way back, Kimura couldn’t shake the feeling that Asuka had become even more clingy.

Kimura looked down at Asuka, who was hugging his arm, almost pressing herself completely against him.

Like a little cat seeking affection…

“Oh, by the way,” Kimura remembered, “Those flowers won’t last long. Let’s just throw them away when we get back.”

“No.”

“If we don’t throw them away, they’ll wither and start to smell…”

“I want to keep them.”

Kimura was speechless…