My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 34

Not Because of Any Debt

 

The pitch-black night gradually ascended outside the window, and the uneven golden hues vanished from the sky.

 

The somewhat desolate cold wind traversed the vibrant lights of Tokyo and blew into the narrow streets.

 

“Hayata-chan, walk a bit slower!”

 

“Ah, sorry.”

 

Kimura slowed down, waiting for the girl behind him.

 

As for Asuka, she wore gray sportswear, with the upper half wrapped in an oversized black coat.

 

The coat belonged to Kimura, who had put it on Asuka for fear she might get cold when they went out.

 

However…

 

The black coat on Asuka looked like a loose robe on her, except for the front part, which seemed a bit snug.

 

A cool and soft little hand slipped into Kimura’s palm, instinctively tightening its grip.

 

“Hayata-chan’s hand is so warm.”

 

As if discovering something delightful, Asuka exclaimed loudly.

 

Kimura withdrew his gaze and walked leisurely with Asuka along the small street.

 

During the daytime, there were more people around, and Asuka had to wear a mask when she went out, making the walk quite uncomfortable. Therefore, they chose to stroll in the evening as the night gradually fell.

 

Having had dinner early, the two left their rental house. Wrapped in the night, away from the bustling streets, they took a leisurely stroll in the winter night.

 

“Feeling cold?” Kimura lowered his head, looking at Asuka.

 

“Not at all.” Asuka shook her head gently. “It’s been so long since I went for a walk like this… My former manager always stopped me before.”

 

Asuka looked up and asked, “What about Hayata-chan?”

 

“What?”

 

“Is Hayata-chan feeling cold?”

 

“A little.” Kimura shook the hand they were holding. “Your hand is quite cold, Asuka.”

 

“In that case…”

 

Asuka stopped, her fair hands wrapping around Kimura’s large hand, and she placed it near her mouth.

 

“Ha—”

 

A warm breath enveloped their hands, and her soft little hand rubbed his somewhat rough palm with force.

 

“Now?”

 

“Much warmer.” A gentle smile appeared on Kimura’s lips.

 

Asuka’s adorable eyes curved, and a pair of dimples appeared on her face.

 

On the quiet street, apart from occasional pedestrians passing by in the distance, there were only the alternating bright and dim streetlights.

 

As they walked, the two chatted casually. Asuka’s previously unpleasant mood due to her menstrual period brightened once again.

 

“By the way, it seems like Asuka hasn’t posted on T-Station for a long time, right?” Kimura suddenly asked.

 

For some reason, he felt an inexplicable urge to ask this question.

 

He cautiously glanced at the girl beside him.

 

“Mm,” Asuka nodded gently.

 

“Why not?”

 

Kimura squeezed the small hand in his palm.

 

“Why would Hayata-chan ask about this?” Asuka looked puzzled.

 

“Ah, it’s nothing… Just curious,” Kimura said, his hand gently brushing against his neck as he smiled as if nothing was amiss.

 

Asuka blinked, then looked ahead at the street.

 

“Don’t feel like it.”

 

“Don’t feel like it?” Kimura was momentarily stunned, and his smile seemed a bit forced.

 

“Does Hayata-chan want me to post?” Asuka pursed her lips, her clear eyes fixed on him.

 

For a moment, Kimura didn’t know what to say.

 

His mouth opened and closed, unable to articulate why he suddenly wanted to ask this question.

 

But it seemed like he cared a lot about this in his heart.

 

Like a tangled mess, he couldn’t make sense of it.

 

“I… don’t know,” Kimura said in a low voice.

 

“Pfft—”

 

Suddenly, Asuka burst into laughter, her hand lightly covering her lips.

 

“Huh?” Kimura looked at Asuka in a bit of confusion, wondering if he had said something amusing.

 

“Why are you laughing, Asuka?”

 

“Oh, I just felt that Hayata-chan looked really cute just now.”

 

Asuka laughed heartily, her laughter was cheerful, and tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

 

“So, what’s so funny?” Kimura scratched his cheek, a bit puzzled.

 

His previously tangled thoughts disappeared completely.

 

“Hahaha, it’s just because Hayata-chan often says things that even he doesn’t understand, and it’s amusing…”

 

Asuka withdrew her hand, her fingers brushing away the moisture at the corners of her eyes.

 

“…” Kimura was a bit speechless.

 

What an odd sense of humor.

 

After laughing for a while, Asuka finally stopped. She took a deep breath, stepped forward, passed Kimura, and walked ahead.

 

Asuka turned around, hands behind her back, her clear black eyes watching the young man behind her.

 

“Hey, Hayata-chan!”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Because the person I most want to share with is right here, I don’t need to specifically post my daily life anywhere… If I do post, it’s because I’m showing off.”

 

Asuka’s words were gentle, but they reached Kimura’s ears with exceptional clarity.

 

The person she most wants to share with? Showing off?

 

After a moment of slight bewilderment, Kimura recalled the latest picture in Asuka’s dynamic.

 

So, was that what Asuka wanted to show off?

 

A tingling sensation spread throughout his body like an electric current, and his heartbeat thumped uncontrollably.

 

“Mm.” Kimura forcefully swallowed, responding.

 

“Hayata-chan, you know, I’ve never regretted the decision I made that day.”

 

Asuka stopped walking. Under the bright streetlight, the girl tilted her head back, her pupils reflecting the tall figure of the young man.

 

“So… please don’t turn it into a burden, Hayata-chan. Don’t feel like you owe anything…”

 

Kimura halted his steps, his eyes, peeking through the finely scattered bangs on his forehead, fixed on the girl in front of him.

 

“Hayata-chan, I don’t know why I’m saying all this, but every time I see you looking so troubled after coming back, I always feel like I want to say something.”

 

Asuka lightly bit her lip.

 

Was she displaying her feelings so clearly?

 

Kimura subconsciously moved the corner of his mouth.

 

When did Asuka notice…

 

Maybe she sensed it when he asked about her T-site dynamic, or perhaps even earlier.

 

No…

 

Kimura suddenly realized something. Asuka must have seen the popular topic about “Daytime Gourmet” on T-site.

 

“Asuka… Did you see that topic?” Kimura swallowed the dryness in his throat. “The ‘Daytime Gourmet’ topic…”

 

“Mm.” Asuka nodded.

 

Under the bright streetlight, the girl’s shadow stretched long, and the shadows of her hair fell over her delicate cheeks.

 

Her lush black hair shone in the light.

 

Her eyes, bright and slightly misty, gazed at him.

 

“Asuka, you really…” Kimura scratched his head, took a step closer to Asuka, and extended his arms to embrace the petite figure. His hand rested on her head.

 

“Why wouldn’t I care? But it’s not a burden. Asuka, you will shine, lighting up the entire country.”

 

“But… don’t misunderstand, Asuka. It’s not because of any debt. It’s because I want to see you smiling, becoming famous across the country.”

 

Kimura ruffled her hair, recalling Asuka’s T-site post.

 

【I will definitely become famous throughout Japan! Everyone, please support me together!】

 

This girl.

 

Even though she cared about it so much, she still wanted to encourage him.

 

Almost…

 

She almost fooled him.

 

TL Notes:

Throughout the novel, T-station and T-site are used interchangeably.