My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 22

Cold Feet

 

Tokyo’s night was bright, with the chaotic lights along the roadside casting patterns on the two figures.

 

The chilly night wind whistled past their ears, and the sound of the bicycle’s creaking scattered in the wind.

 

Asuka gently rested her cheek on the broad back of Kimura, wrapping herself tightly in the black coat he had given her.

 

The desolation and cold of winter seemed to be blocked outside.

 

Kimura rode the bicycle towards the direction of the rental apartment, his bangs blowing aside, and a faint chill brushed across his forehead.

 

Unexpectedly, the bicycle still had its utility.

 

Kimura had bought the bicycle during his part-time job delivering meals to izakayas, with a thermal box on the back seat.

 

After he stopped working there, he removed the thermal box from the back, and the bicycle had been parked under the rental apartment since then.

 

Who would have thought that, as a transmigrator, he would need to work so many jobs in Tokyo just to make ends meet?

 

“Asuka,” Kimura suddenly said, breaking the silence.

 

“Mm?” Asuka tilted her head, looking at the profile of her boyfriend.

 

“Are you cold?”

 

“Not really.”

 

Asuka shook her head, resting her chin on his back.

 

“But it could be warmer.”

 

“What?” Kimura asked, confused.

 

Asuka opened her arms, wrapping them around Kimura’s waist.

 

“This way, it’s a bit warmer.”

 

A smile played on Asuka’s lips as she closed her eyes, pressing her body tightly against the sturdy back of Kimura.

 

Kimura’s back was solid, not a bony skeleton but a robust structure filled with muscles.

 

Kimura, who had diligently worked and studied, must have faced quite a bit of hardship.

 

Feeling the warmth of the girl and the temperature transmitted through her arms around his waist, it felt like a warm current flowing into Kimura’s heart.

 

“If I hadn’t come to pick you up, Amemiya-san would have probably driven you back in her nanny car, and it would be warmer inside the car.”

 

Kimura’s voice reached Asuka’s ears.

 

“Then I wouldn’t be able to hug you, Hayata-chan, wouldn’t that be a pity?”

 

“I always feel a bit sorry for you, Asuka. You could also…”

 

“Hayata-chan, I can hear your heartbeat.”

 

Asuka opened her eyes, her ear pressed against the back of Kimura.

 

Kimura’s body stiffened, feeling the girl’s arm around his waist exerting more force.

 

“Amemiya Nao is a good friend from when I debuted. She said men, when tired of their lovers, might kick them away. Would Hayata-chan do that?”

 

“No,” Kimura answered without any hesitation.

 

“Huh? But Hayata-chan’s heartbeat is so fast; are you lying?”

 

“If being with Asuka doesn’t make my heart beat this fast, there’s only one possibility.” Kimura pedaled the bicycle with force, conquering a small slope.

 

“What possibility?”

 

“I’m not around anymore.”

 

Kimura said calmly as the bicycle descended from the slope.

 

The whistling wind enveloped their ears.

 

Asuka tilted her head back, gazing blankly at the silhouette of Kimura.

 

“In the future, let’s buy a car,” Kimura said.

 

“Okay.”

 

“I’ll drive to pick you up then.”

 

“Mm.”

 

“It might take a long time.”

 

“I’ll wait for you.”

 

Asuka’s eyes curved like crescent moons, and her cheek gently rested on Kimura’s clothes.

 

A refreshing scent, like sunshine, seemed to envelop her.

 

“Hayata-chan, actually, bicycles are not bad either.”

 

“Eh?”

 

……

 

Returning to the rental house, the surroundings were already immersed in deep dusk.

 

“Hayata-chan didn’t eat the bento I made?”

 

Asuka looked at the bento box in the fridge and said, pouting.

 

“Huh? I was in a rush to go pick you up and forgot,” Kimura scratched his face with his fingers.

 

“You should eat a good dinner,” Asuka said earnestly.

 

“Yes!”

 

Kimura took the bento, heated it slightly in the microwave, and then, under Asuka’s watchful eyes, finished the entire meal.

 

Asuka was satisfied only then.

 

For some reason, having Asuka around made dinner seem much more enjoyable.

 

After dinner, Kimura took out the script from his backpack and spread it out on the computer desk.

 

Turning on the computer, Kimura began to make revisions based on the suggestions from the five members of the photography team.

 

After working for a while, Asuka brought a chair and sat next to him.

 

“What are you doing, Hayata-chan?”

 

“Editing the script,” Kimura typed on the keyboard, “The members responsible for photography gave some good suggestions, so I’m making changes before I forget everything.”

 

Asuka nodded, spreading a piece of drawing paper in the corner of the computer desk and gesturing with a pencil in her hand.

 

“What is Asuka doing?”

 

“Drawing!” Asuka pursed her lips, lowering her head to sketch on the drawing paper. “Don’t worry, Hayata-chan, it won’t disturb you.”

 

He felt like he had heard this phrase somewhere before.

 

The corner of Kimura’s mouth twitched, but if she was just drawing, it probably wouldn’t be a problem.

 

He decided not to say much and continued to focus on editing the script.

 

In his plan, the shooting of “Even if This Love Disappears from the World Tonight” would probably start in the next two days.

 

The earlier the shooting plan, the better, considering it was the first time filming, and there might be various problems during the process. 

 

The script might also undergo changes based on practical situations, and the adjustment between the crew members was also a concern.

 

If everything went smoothly, the production would be completed by the end of the month, and then it would be handed over to Koike Yui for editing.

 

By the way…

 

It would also be troublesome to ask Koike Yui to submit the work to the competition unit of the T-Station Film Festival.

 

After all, the ultimate goal was to shoot the complete film “Even if This Love Disappears from the World Tonight.” He just hoped that someone would appreciate the script by then.

 

While Kimura was lost in thought, a faint rustling sound came from his arms.

 

Lowering his head, he saw a pair of snow-white delicate feet quietly stretching into his embrace.

 

Kimura raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at Asuka, who was drawing beside him.

 

As if sensing Kimura’s gaze, Asuka lifted her cute face, and her rosy lips carried a sweet smile.

 

“Hayata-chan, my feet are cold.”

 

The fair and tender little feet gently swayed in his arms, and the delicate toes hooked onto Kimura’s shirt and slipped inside.

 

“Ssss.”

 

The icy and soft sensation came, causing Kimura to involuntarily draw in a breath of cold air.

 

He reached out and grabbed the smooth little foot in his arms, squeezing it firmly.

 

“Don’t move around randomly.”

 

“Oh…” Asuka pouted her small mouth, and her eyelashes drooped halfway.

 

She was about to retract her snow-white little foot.

 

However, she found that Kimura’s large hand was holding her chilly little foot inside his clothes, bringing a warm sensation.

 

“Feeling better?” Kimura asked.

 

“Mmm.”

 

A blush spread across Asuka’s cheeks, and her fingers holding the pencil tightened unconsciously.

 

The cold light in the living room illuminated the echoing sounds of keyboard typing and the rustling of the brush over the drawing paper.

 

Kimura’s two hands originally placed on the keyboard turned into one, while the other tightly grasped the cold and smooth little foot in his arms.

 

So soft.