My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 28

In My Eyes, There’s Only Hayata-Chan

In the dim winter night, the darkened sky enveloped the campus. Asuka, wearing a mask, sat on a bench under a school streetlight.

Kimura seemed a bit dazed, “Asuka?”

Asuka stood up, and her bright, sparkling eyes curved into a smile.

“Yes!”

A cool breeze swept through, lifting the girl’s black knee-length skirt, revealing the fair and slender legs beneath. 

Her ear-length fluffy hair gently floated in the wind, shimmering with a silvery glow.

“What are you doing Asuka?”

“Waiting for Hayata-chan…”

Asuka extended her delicate, white hand.

Kimura held Asuka’s chilly and soft hand, tucking it into his pocket. 

He gently rubbed his fingers together, dissipating the cold sensation within his large palm.

“Didn’t I tell you to go home first, Asuka?” Kimura asked.

Asuka followed Kimura at a leisurely pace.

“I wanted to accompany Hayata-chan back… but Hayata-chan is too slow.”

The girl’s voice carried a hint of grievance.

Initially, she thought that after the filming was over, Kimura would quickly come out. 

So, she patiently sat on the bench, waiting to give Hayata-chan a surprise.

But unexpectedly…

She waited until the campus streetlights were all lit, and Kimura still hadn’t come out.

Kimura turned, meeting Asuka’s plaintive gaze.

His heart softened.

“Fool, if you want to wait, at least wait inside.”

“I’m afraid I won’t see Hayata-chan come out.”

“If you can’t see… then wait, and I’ll go find Asuka.”

In his pocket, Kimura tightened his grip on Asuka’s hand.

“Feeling better now?”

“Mm.”

Asuka nodded gently.

A warm sensation flowed from their joined hands, spreading through their bodies like a gentle stream. 

Along the intersecting bright and dim paths of Kiyomi Art University, the two figures walked closely together.

The cool lamplight stretched their shadows long, long on the ground.

Kimura slowed his pace, following Asuka’s steps.

……

Back at the rental house, under Kimura’s strong insistence,

Asuka obediently sat on the sofa, her gaze following Kimura’s movements back and forth.

Before long, Kimura brought a basin of hot water to the front of the sofa.

He took off Asuka’s white socks, revealing a pair of snowy and delicate feet.

Kimura held Asuka’s feet and placed them into the water basin.

Today, Asuka had been wearing a skirt, and she had been waiting for him on campus in the cold wind for who knows how long.

To prevent her from getting cold, it was necessary to soak her feet properly.

Speaking of which, this habit was taught to him by the original owner’s mother in the countryside.

“Ah, Hayata-chan, it’s a bit hot…”

Asuka’s bright feet touched the water surface, and her cute toes moved up and down in the water.

“Warm up your body.”

“Oh~”

Asuka straightened her toes, slowly lowering them again, and finally steadying them at the bottom of the basin.

Kimura got up and took a towel from the bathroom, placing it on the edge of the basin.

After finishing this, Kimura took out two boxed lunches from the refrigerator and heated them in the microwave.

During lunchtime today, anticipating a late shoot, Asuka had prepared two boxed lunches and stored them in the fridge.

Although the actual shooting progress turned out to be faster than they had imagined.

But…

Now it seemed that those two boxed lunches were not made in vain.

Kimura carried the warmed-up boxed lunches to the sofa, handing one of them to Asuka.

He sat beside her, holding his own boxed lunch.

“Feeling better?” Kimura reached out and pinched Asuka Amane’s tender cheek.

“Mm.”

Asuka Amane’s rosy lips curved slightly.

“Itadakimasu!”

“Itadakimasu!”

Outside, a strong wind blew, making the windows of the rental house creak.

Inside, the two sat side by side on the sofa, eating their boxed lunches.

Asuka ate slowly, fingers delicately manipulating the chopsticks to explore the contents of the lunch box.

Her gaze fell on Kimura, who was devouring his food next to her.

After directing a large group of people for the entire afternoon, the extensive mental and physical exertion left Kimura quite hungry at the moment.

More importantly, Kimura needed to quickly finish eating to prepare for the shooting schedule on the next day.

“I’m done eating.”

Kimura scooped the last grain of rice into his mouth from the lunch box.

“Hayata-chan, there’s still some here.”

Asuka handed over the half-eaten boxed lunch to Kimura.

“Eh?” Kimura looked at the small portion left in Asuka’s lunch, puzzled. “Why did you only eat this much, Amane?”

“But… I’m already full.”

Asuka pouted, her bright eyes fixed on him. “If Hayata-chan doesn’t help me finish it, I’ll have to throw away this lunch…”

Asuka’s words made Kimura, who was about to say something else, swallow his words once again.

Taking the empty lunch box from Kimura’s hand, Asuka handed her own lunch to him.

“Hey, Hayata-chan, you have to eat it all. No wasting.”

Kimura lowered his head to look at the lunch box. Apart from some pickles and rice that had been touched, the other foods didn’t seem to have decreased much.

His favorite tempura was still lying inside, untouched.

Puzzled, Kimura looked up again, only to find that Asuka had already stood up, carrying the washbasin and heading towards the bathroom.

When she came out again, Asuka knelt on the tatami floor, holding her diary and sitting across the coffee table.

Supporting her delicate arms on the table, she opened the diary and said to Kimura, “I want to write in my diary. I’ll leave the dishwashing to Hayata-chan!”

Kimura snapped back to reality and subconsciously nodded. “Yes.”

When he was about to ask if she wanted something else to eat…

Seeing Asuka lowering her head and writing diligently, he refrained from continuing to disturb her.

Once again, the sound of Kimura’s lunch box and chopsticks colliding echoed in the living room.

Under the falling strands of hair, a gentle smile graced Asuka’s face.

……

The dusk settled.

Sitting at the computer desk, Kimura watched the footage from today’s shoot. 

The short clip had consumed almost their entire afternoon, and the first shoot turned out to be a bit more challenging than anticipated.

During the actual shooting process, actor mistakes and practical environmental issues often led to repeated takes. 

Many scenes from the script, although imagined to be thrilling, turned out to be quite awkward in reality.

Kimura moved the progress bar, stopping at the scene in the stairwell classroom where Asuka smiled after the confession. 

In the frame, Asuka wore a calm and natural smile, and in her dark eyes, a faint reflection of himself could be seen.

“Eh? Why is Hayata-chan looking at this?”

Asuka’s voice suddenly came from the side. 

Since Kimura started working at the computer desk, Asuka had brought a chair and sat in the corner of the desk, writing in her diary. 

Meanwhile, she playfully stuffed her fair feet into Kimura’s clothes.

“Nothing… I just feel that the look in your eyes in this scene is very intriguing. I wanted to know how you achieved it,” Kimura replied.

Asuka, resting her chin on her small hand, blinked her eyes in response.

“The look in my eyes?”

“Yeah.”

“Perhaps because…”

“In my eyes, there’s only Hayata-chan.”

Kimura turned his head, meeting the girl’s clear and gentle gaze. 

Her eyes were radiant, like a sparkling starry river.