My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 30

This Cat is So Ugly

“Yabai… it’s already late.”

Kimura took out his phone and looked at the time displayed on the screen.

Nine thirty.

Although Asuka had told him to go back early, he unintentionally got busy until this late hour.

Kimura left the bus stop and hurriedly headed towards the rental house.

Asuka must be anxiously waiting at home.

She didn’t even send him a message on Line, and he wondered if she was angry.

Thinking about this, Kimura tightened the straps of his backpack and quickened his pace.

The cold night wind whistled past his ears, and the icy sensation caused a slight pain on his face.

Ding, ding, ding…

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang with the alarm sound.

Kimura slowed down, puzzled as he took the phone out of his pocket.

Since he stopped working part-time, he should have canceled all his alarms.

His fingers slid over the phone’s cold screen, opening the alarm.

Along with it, there was a recurring reminder.

【Take Care of Asuka During Her Menstrual Period】

Kimura was momentarily stunned.

Soon, he remembered. This was set up by Kimura on the night Asuka moved into the rental house with him.

Asuka’s parents were abroad, and she moved in to squeeze into this tiny rental house with him.

If he didn’t pay a little more attention, who else would take care of Asuka?

Kimura stood in place, looking around.

Then, he walked into a convenience store that was still open nearby.

Kimura walked straight to the section selling daily necessities, bending down to search.

After a whole circle, he didn’t find what he was looking for.

Kimura walked to the cashier.

“Excuse me…”

“Yes.” The cashier nodded in response.

“Do you sell hot water bags here?”

“Hot water bags?”

“Yes.”

“I think we have some…”

The cashier walked out from behind the counter, glancing around the shelves in the store.

Finally, the cashier pulled out a few deflated hot water bags from the bottom of a shelf deep inside the store.

“Is this what the customer is looking for?”

The cashier walked up to Kimura, indicating the merchandise in their hands.

“Yes.”

Kimura nodded, selecting a pink hot water bag with a fluffy cat pattern from the assortment.

The cat was staring with cute, big, vacant eyes, and its triangular mouth seemed to be singing a “meow” song.

“Can you also get me a yuzu?”

“Yes.”

“…”

Coming out of the convenience store, Kimura had an additional slightly weighty plastic bag in his hands.

Should I buy some painkillers as well…

Kimura contemplated in his mind.

Many girls prefer the straightforward method of taking painkillers during their menstrual periods.

However, he remembered Asuka mentioning once that she seemed to dislike taking painkillers.

Because of the fear of potential side effects, she always chose to endure through her menstrual period without relying on painkillers.

So stubborn! Kimura couldn’t help shaking his head.

As for the yuzu, consider it as compensation for Asuka.

Ah…

If only he had set an alarm to remind himself to go home early.

Once he got busy, he tended to forget everything else.

……

Pushing open the door of the rental house.

“Tadaima.”

Kimura changed his shoes at the entrance.

But this time, he didn’t hear Asuka’s clear and cheerful welcome.

Kimura paused, raising his head to look at the brightly lit living room inside.

Asuka should be at home.

Could she be angry?

Kimura walked towards the living room, and the house was filled with the fragrant aroma of food.

Soon, he saw Asuka lying on the sofa, wrapped in a small blanket, her small face pale.

“Asuka?”

Junta Kimura dropped the bag in his hand and quickly walked to the front of the sofa.

Asuka’s rosy lips pressed together forcefully, and fine sweat appeared on her fair forehead.

Her body curled up under the blanket.

Hearing Kimura’s voice, Asuka opened her eyes and said pitifully,

“Hayata-chan.”

Somehow, in the moment of seeing Kimura,

It was as if the most fragile part of her heart had been touched.

Asuka’s nose tingled, and her eyes became moist.

The girl’s nostrils moved gently.

“It hurts…”

“Menstrual period?”

Kimura reached out and wiped away the moisture at the corner of her eye, speaking softly.

“…Mm.”

“Wait for me.”

Kimura patted Asuka’s head, turned, and picked up the plastic bag from the floor, heading into the kitchen.

He picked up a kettle, filled it with water from the tap, and heated it.

Removed the packaging from the hot water bag.

The sound of the kettle boiling echoed in the living room.

Asuka, lying on the sofa, propped herself up and looked towards Kimura.

“Lie down properly, don’t move around.”

Suddenly, Kimura noticed that the window in the living room was still open. 

He quickly walked out of the kitchen and closed the window.

Looking at Asuka lying on the sofa, with a pair of adorable eyes staring at him.

Kimura approached, reached out, and grabbed the girl’s restless, snow-white feet peeking out and tucked them back under the blanket.

“Lie down obediently.”

In Kimura’s gaze, Asuka lay back on the sofa, her small face half buried in it.

Wu—

The sound of the kettle boiling came from the kitchen.

Kimura walked into the kitchen and took down the kettle.

Then he poured the boiled water mixed with some cold water into the hot water bag.

The shrunken hot water bag began to swell up, and the cat pattern on the outside also became bloated.

This cat, when it’s inflated, looks really ugly.

Kimura tightened the cap of the hot water bag and reached out, testing the temperature.

Very hot but not too scalding.

He sat on the sofa with the hot water bag in his arms and handed it to Asuka.

“Asuka, put this on the painful area.”

Asuka turned her head, and a pair of tender hands reached out from under the covers, grabbing the hot water bag.

When she saw the pattern on the hot water bag, her lips, which had been tightly pursed, couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“This cat is so ugly… Ssss, it hurts…”

After a brief laugh, the pain in her abdomen prevented her from continuing. 

She held the hot water bag to her belly, and the continuous warmth eased the intense pain.

Asuka’s pale face, due to the pain, regained a rosy color. 

Her eyes, which had been lifeless, now had a bit more spirit.

“Feeling better?” Kimura asked.

“Mm.” Asuka nodded.

“Sorry for coming back late…”

Kimura felt a bit guilty.

In his mind, he could imagine Asuka preparing a meal and waiting for him. 

However, the intensified menstrual pain forced her to huddle alone on the sofa in the rental house.

She was the only one in the rental house, enduring the torment of waiting for his return.

“It’s okay.”

Sensing Kimura’s unusual expression, Asuka showed a gentle smile on her face.

Her small hand emerged from under the covers, grasping Kimura’s hand placed at the edge of the sofa.

“Hayata-chan, can you stay with me for a while…”

“Mm.”

In the living room of the rental house, the girl huddled under the covers, holding the hand of Kimura sitting in front of the sofa.

As if time stood still at this moment, under the bright light, Asuka scrutinized the familiar face beside her, filled with deep concern.

She was always feeling…

Warm and extremely reassured.