My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 20

I’ll Come to Pick You Up

Initially, there were some hushed whispers among the group as they read through the script. 

However, as the pages turned, the low whispers gradually faded away, leaving only the soft rustling sound of the script being flipped.

Even Koike Koichi, who initially suggested trying a suspenseful plot, was now engrossed in examining the script. 

It seemed to be going quite well.

Kimura leaned back in his chair, his eyes vacant. 

In this world, Japanese people weren’t unwilling to accept pure love; it was just that there weren’t as many outstanding works as in his previous life. 

Everyone had their own romantic fantasies, but they lacked the lure to bring out the most beautiful aspects from their hearts.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Koike Koichi closed the last page of the script and lifted his head with difficulty. 

His eyes stared at Kimura without uttering a word.

Various complex emotions intertwined in his mind, leaving him feeling uneasy, as if something was missing. 

Reading the script was not as entertaining as a regular book, but it allowed Koike Koichi to have a more visual understanding of the entire plot.

Was this pure love? It did seem that way. 

However, it was the first time he had encountered pure love like this. 

Hino Maori, who forgets the memories of the previous day after a night’s sleep, and Kamiya Toru, who suffers from congenital heart disease—two individuals who seemed least likely to experience love, yet their feelings surged forth.

Involuntarily, Koike Koichi began to imagine every scene from the script. 

The more he imagined, the heavier and emptier his heart felt.

“Sob…”

Suddenly, a sob emanated from the corner of the long table.

Looking over, Yoshida Ikumi had both hands covering her mouth, and her eyes were reddened.

Kimura glanced at Yoshida, who was trying hard to control her emotions, and then surveyed the remaining four people, who remained silent.

Indeed, the sweetness of laughter a moment ago now translated into a sense of disappointment.

“How does it feel?” Kimura asked, breaking the silence.

His gaze landed on Koike Koichi.

Koike Koichi opened his mouth, his throat seemed choked, and he swallowed hard before returning to normal.

“The amnesia plot for Hino Maori is excellent, very innovative. The sudden death of Kamiya Toru at the end… I didn’t expect it. Although it’s painful, it does make the script more exciting,” Koike Koichi commented.

Kimura remained silent. He wanted to hear the opinions of the others as well.

For them, as part of the photography team, profound feelings would help them visualize strong scenes in their minds. 

During filming, this could lead to capturing even better shots and visuals.

“Kimura-senpai, so the ending is a bad one, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Senpai, isn’t the plot pacing too tight… Oh, of course, it’s not that it’s bad, but these scenes stitched together make the story feel like it’s progressing quickly.”

“This is just the edited version, a few dozen minutes long. I’ll give you the complete script when I have time.”

Kimura answered the questions from the five members of the photography team, gradually delving into the research on each shot from the beginning of the plot.

Members of the photography team were, after all, more professional. In some of the annotated shots in the script, they gave their opinions and suggestions.

Kimura noted all of these in the blank spaces of the script.

In general, everyone’s attitude towards “Even if This Love Disappears from the World Tonight” had clearly changed. It was a good start.

Finally, with this momentum, the five members of the photography team even clarified each person’s specific responsibilities. They also created a Line group chat.

“Since we’ve covered almost everything, let’s end it here for today.” Kimura stood up, smiling at the members of the photography team. “For the official shooting schedule and other details, we’ll communicate through Line.”

The members of the photography team stood up one after another, bowed to and bid farewell to Kimura, then left the photography department activity room.

Only Koike Koichi and Kimura remained in the room.

Kimura lowered his head, tidying up the script on the table.

“My sister hopes that you, Kimura-senpai, can participate in the T-Station Film Festival competition… What are your plans?” Koike Koichi asked as he approached.

Kimura zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.

“If possible, I will definitely participate,” he replied.

“As expected,” Koike Koichi’s expression matched his words.

“By the way, you actually gathered a group of Asuka’s fans to film…”

“Ah, well, it just happened.”

“Anyway, at least you did manage to gather everyone.”

Kimura waved his hand, not intending to say much, and walked out with the backpack on his back.

“See you later, Kimura-senpai.”

“See you.”

……

Upon returning to the rental apartment, Asuka was not present at home.

Kimura lay down on the sofa and took out his phone to check messages.

At the top of the chat, Asuka had sent him several messages an hour ago.

Asuka: “Hayata-chan, I’m going out.”

Asuka: “Meeting a friend, a female artist whom I was close to when I debuted.”

Asuka: “I made a bento in the fridge; you can take it out if you’re hungry later, Hayata-chan.”

Glancing at the messages on the screen, Kimura couldn’t help but smirk.

His fingers swiftly tapped the screen.

Kimura Hayata: “Received.”

Kimura Hayata: “Saluting cat.JPG”

Putting down his phone, he saw the dusk’s scattered golden rays outside the window.

A cool breeze gently entered the room.

Despite it being winter, there was an unexpected absence of excessive cold.

Perhaps the indoor temperature was too high.

Unable to resist a yawn, Kimura, who had spent the day dealing with matters for the film crew, also had to discuss details with five people simultaneously.

He felt like his energy was being drained entirely.

Taking a deep breath, Kimura rolled over and sprawled on the sofa.

His eyelids began to feel heavy, the silence inside the room enveloped his ears, and a strong sense of drowsiness washed over him.

……

When Kimura opened his eyes again, the sky had already darkened.

The rental apartment was engulfed in pitch darkness, with only the last glimmer of sunlight on the horizon outside the window providing some illumination.

Kimura got up from the sofa, his body feeling a bit weak from sleep, but his mind exceptionally alert.

It seemed like it had been a long time since he had slept for such an extended period in the evening since he started working.

He stared blankly as the darkness gradually swallowed the room.

Suddenly, he remembered that Asuka hadn’t returned yet.

Kimura picked up his phone from the coffee table and turned on the screen.

Asuka hadn’t sent him any messages.

Kimura: “When will Asuka come back?”

Ding ding.

Almost instantly, he received a reply.

Asuka: “Just finished, getting ready to go home.”

Kimura Hayata: “I’ll come pick you up.”

Asuka: “The rental apartment is not far from here; I’ll walk back by myself.”

Kimura Hayata: “Give me the address.”

Then Asuka sent a string of addresses.

Kimura Hayata: “Okay, wait there for me.”

Asuka: “Ok.”

Kimura stood up, put on his coat, and left the rental apartment, heading into the night.

He always felt that…

Not having someone to share dinner with, it was a bit unfamiliar…