My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 36

Need to Make Good Use of It

After the filming was over, Asuka felt that Amemiya Nao’s gaze towards her was strange. 

The expression on Amemiya’s face kept changing between inexplicable silly smiles and stern frowns.

Sitting on the tram back, Asuka and Amemiya wore masks and hats, seated at the back of the carriage. The crew members surrounded them with luggage of various sizes.

It was like an invisible barrier, blocking the curious gazes of passersby.

Asuka held Ugly Meow Maru in her arms, and her fair legs gently swung in front of the seat. 

After acting with Hayata-chan all day, her mood became exceptionally cheerful.

Through the edge of her hat, Asuka’s clear eyes cautiously glanced at the tall figure standing diagonally in front of her.

The broad back seemed like a door, firmly protecting her behind.

The golden sunlight outside the window spilled on Kimura through the tram window, casting a soft glow on his handsome face.

Suddenly, she caught sight of Amemiya beside her, staring straight at her.

Asuka turned her head to meet Amemiya’s gaze.

For some reason, Amemiya’s heart fluttered, and her eyes quickly shifted and dodged.

“Nao-chan…”

Asuka lowered her voice and approached Amemiya.

“Ah, yes.”

Amemiya lifted her head, and her expression beneath the mask seemed awkward.

“Is there something on your mind, Nao-chan?” Asuka asked in confusion. “I always feel like something’s off with Nao-chan after filming…”

“Absolutely not!”

Amemiya quickly shook her head to deny.

“Then why have you been staring at me? Is there something stuck in my hair?” Asuka blinked, and her small hand reached to pat her hair under the hat.

But there was nothing.

“Maybe, just maybe, it’s Asuka-chan’s illusion.”

Amemiya tried to explain.

“Really?” Asuka brought her cheek closer, her adorable eyes staring at her.

Blame it on that video by Yoshida; it made her so concerned…

She really didn’t know how Yoshida managed to seamlessly edit scenes of Kimura and Asuka both on and off the set. 

It was not just the editing; it was sweet, coupled with that beautiful, unnamed song. It felt like watching a long, sweet montage.

In the video, Yoshida skillfully captured various details and eye contact between Kimura and Asuka. The eye contact was so intense…

Could that person be a genius editor?!

Facing Asuka’s affectionate gaze, Amemiya’s mind was in constant chaos, unable to settle down.

“…Mm.”

Seeing that Amemiya wasn’t responding, Asuka had to drop the subject.

Noticing the evasion, Amemiya breathed a sigh of relief under her mask.

Then she looked at the pink hot water bag that Asuka had been holding in her arms and changed the topic.

“Asuka-chan, why have you been holding onto a hot water bag? And… the design on that hot water bag is so ugly.”

“This? This is Ugly Meow Maru.”

Asuka lifted the hot water bag in her hand and showed it to Amemiya.

“Ugly Meow Maru… Asuka-chan actually gave a name to the hot water bag.” Amemiya was somewhat speechless but then became curious, “How did Asuka-chan end up buying this? And why such an ugly one?”

Asuka put down the hot water bag in her hand, and her delicate fingers gently played with the fluffy pattern on it.

“He gave it to me.”

“He” naturally referred to Kimura, Amemiya thought in her heart.

Huh? Wait, why did I think that so naturally…

“Eh?” Amemiya frowned.

“Recently, it’s that time of the month…”

During the remaining time on the train, the two girls huddled together, discussing something.

Kimura turned his head to glance at the two girls sitting diagonally behind him.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he always felt like there were frequent glances landing on him.

Amemiya, from the moment Asuka mentioned making a table full of dishes and Kimura not returning promptly, observed a change in the initially tightly furrowed brows of Amemiya.

The brows slowly relaxed and then gradually lifted.

The sharp, cold gaze began to show confusion, and then the two eyes widened.

Seemingly not satisfied with what was said, Asuka started whispering about other things between them.

As the train arrived at the station, the doors opened slowly.

Amemiya’s eyes sparkled with a certain ambiguous light in the midst of confusion.

“Nao-chan, do you want to have dinner together later?” Asuka held Amemiya’s hand.

Amemiya turned her head.

Dinner?

But she didn’t feel hungry at all.

……

In the end, Amemiya didn’t join Asuka and the others for dinner. Instead, she quickly disappeared from everyone’s sight in a caretaker’s car.

Although it was said to be having dinner, she actually bought a few bento boxes and ate in the small cabin of the photography department.

Kimura informed Asuka that he had to go to the recording studio later in the evening. 

Originally, he wanted Asuka to go back early and rest instead of waiting for him.

However, unexpectedly, Asuka firmly expressed her desire to go to the recording studio with Kimura.

At first, Kimura firmly refused.

After all, staying in the recording studio until after ten o’clock would inevitably involve a lot of noise.

But in the end, unable to resist the soft, watery gaze of the girl, he reluctantly agreed.

Around eight o’clock, the two of them left the photography department one after another.

At a corner of the campus, Asuka suddenly rushed out from the roadside, holding Ugly Meow Maru.

Instead of scaring anyone else, she couldn’t stop laughing at herself.

It seemed like his girlfriend was a bit childish…

Somehow, watching Asuka laugh, a smile involuntarily appeared on Kimura’s face.

“Put on your mask.”

Kimura reached out and lifted the mask hanging under the girl’s chin. 

His fingers brushed over Asuka’s small and soft earlobes, unable to resist pinching and rubbing them gently.

“Uuu… it’s so itchy.”

Asuka’s pink cheeks puffed up slightly, and her pitch-black eyes blinked.

Then, she tiptoed, wanting to reach for Kimura’s earlobe.

“Don’t be naughty. It’s almost time, let’s hurry.”

Before her hand could touch, Kimura’s large palm grabbed it.

He pulled her forward.

Asuka’s fingers moved restlessly, pinching Kimura’s rough palm.

“It doesn’t hurt. Asuka, you can use more force.”

“Hayata-chan, you’re a bully.”

……

Arriving at the music department’s small building, Kimura obtained the key to the recording studio from the administrator.

He brought Asuka to Room 213, the recording studio.

On the second floor, there were two recording studios, with various classrooms and instrumental rooms in between.

It seemed like the other recording studio had lights on, indicating that someone was using it.

Kimura pushed open the door of Recording Studio 213, turning on the lights.

Asuka entered the room, removed her mask, and breathed in the fresh air through her flaring nostrils.

Kimura surveyed the recording studio at Kiyomi Art University.

Mm.

Compared to the external recording studios, the equipment seemed more complete, even featuring a guitar and a piano in the room.

Kimura took off his backpack, took out clean paper and a pen, placing them on the table.

He picked up a guitar, sat at the table, and opened a metronome.

Preparing to start composing…

“Hayata-chan, are you starting so soon?”

Observing Kimura’s skilled and efficient movements, Asuka asked in confusion.

“Yeah, it’s billed by time, so we need to make good use of it.”

“Oh.”

Asuka brought a small chair and sat on the other side of the table, her slender arms resting on the table, quietly waiting.