My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 40

Time to Go Home

Izakaya.

Kimura sighed as he watched Fujikawa across the table, who had just sat down and ordered six beers.

In the end, he came…

He took out his phone and explained the situation to Asuka and others on Line.

Although he moved out of the school dorms during his junior year, Fujikawa had been his roommate for two years, after all. 

During their time living together, his impression of Fujikawa was not bad.

“Customers, here are your beers and grilled skewers.”

The staff at the izakaya carried a tray and placed the food on the table.

In just a short while, the table in front of Kimura was filled with beer glasses.

The view of Fujikawa was slightly obstructed.

“So… what happened, Fujikawa-kun?” Kimura asked.

“I broke up with Yumiko, just this afternoon,” Fujikawa said, his eyes dull. 

He reached for a glass of beer on the table and gulped it down. 

The alcohol trickled down his chin, wetting his shirt. 

The bouquet of flowers he had been holding was quietly placed on the chair next to him.

Yumiko? 

Kimura recalled, it seemed like Fujikawa’s girlfriend from his freshman year. She was a student in the music department next door. 

Since Fujikawa got a girlfriend, he always returned to the dormitory very late. 

Rumor had it that she was a girl who liked to spend money, and Fujikawa had to work extra jobs to meet her expenses.

At that time, Kimura thought Fujikawa would see through Yumiko’s true nature and break up. He never expected them to keep dating until now!

Kimura picked up a cup filled with clear water, took a sip, and asked, “Why did you break up?”

Fujikawa rested his arms on the table, his brows furrowed, and his eyes empty. “Yumiko said I couldn’t give her the life she wanted… even though I’ve been trying so hard.”

“Well, Fujikawa-kun, breaking up might not be a bad thing…” Kimura contemplated, choosing his words carefully.

“No, you don’t understand,” Fujikawa interrupted, holding his face in agony with both hands. “Yumiko is a good person… last Valentine’s Day, she even gave me a gift and said we should get engaged after graduation.”

“A gift?”

“A water bottle.”

“What did you give her?” Kimura was curious.

“A Donkey brand bag that Yumiko always wanted.”

“Hmm…” Kimura twitched his mouth.

“Kimura-kun, what should I do?” Fujikawa cried, his face mournful. “I can’t lose Yumiko. Without her, how can I go on? What went wrong…”

Kimura sighed deeply in his heart. 

Did this guy not realize he had been used as an ATM for Yumiko for four years of university dating?!

Breaking up just before graduation, it could only be because she found a better ATM, right?

“Fujikawa-kun, do you think Yumiko truly loves you?” Kimura asked, probing.

“Of course she does… she even said she wanted to marry me, that we’d get married once I found a job with a monthly salary of seven hundred thousand yen… but she broke up with me before that happened.”

???

Kimura widened his eyes. 

A job with a monthly salary of seven hundred thousand yen?! 

Although he knew women in this country often had high expectations for their partner’s income, a monthly salary of seven hundred thousand yen…

Fujikawa actually believed in this?

“Fujikawa-kun, maybe Yumiko doesn’t love you, but your money,” Kimura said with a furrowed brow.

“But Yumiko said she would start a business with me, strive and work hard together…”

“And she still broke up with you.”

“Perhaps Yumiko was just in a bad mood today?” Fujikawa defended.

“…”

Kimura stared blankly at Fujikawa. Even after being dumped, he was still desperately trying to defend her.

Suddenly, Kimura realized that maybe he shouldn’t be trying to console him. 

This was a person who hadn’t realized the fantasy of being deeply loved and eventually becoming a couple with someone who still loved him after four years.

How could he wake up because of his words…

Kimura decided to stay silent, pushing the cup of alcohol in front of him towards Fujikawa.

“Fujikawa-kun, drink! Drink more and you’ll forget.”

Fujikawa hesitated for almost no time, lifted the cup, and poured down the liquid.

“I really love Yumiko… I’ve been trying so hard to fulfill her wishes. What else could she be unsatisfied with…”

“Hey, hey, bring another one.”

And another cup was downed.

“Kimura-kun, do you understand this kind of pain? I’ve tried so hard.”

“I don’t understand, but… another one.”

“We promised to watch the fireworks together in a while…”

“…”

Cup after cup of beer went down, and Kimura didn’t say much else. 

He simply listened to Fujikawa pour out his grievances, as if the accumulated grievances of four years were exploding in an instant.

As he listened, even Kimura couldn’t help but feel moved. Not because of the love story between Yumiko and Fujikawa, but because of Fujikawa himself.

He understood what Fujikawa was saying.

Fujikawa also knew that Yumiko treated him like an ATM, but he believed that she still loved him deep down, that she just liked a lot of things.

Over the four years, perhaps countless people had advised Fujikawa.

But in the end, Yumiko dumped him.

Some people can never be awakened from their slumber.

Unilateral efforts were nothing more than self-indulgence for Fujikawa.

For Yumiko, he was just an ATM that could be replaced with a better one whenever she got tired.

……

Outside the izakaya, the night was deep. 

Kimura, supporting the heavily drunk Fujikawa, left the izakaya, questioning him for a while.

Fujikawa finally mumbled out his address.

Stopping a taxi on the roadside, he informed the driver of the address and watched as the taxi drove away.

“Poured out like a trash can…”

Kimura scratched his head.

Bright neon lights in Tokyo illuminated the dark night sky, and a slightly cold winter wind brushed across their faces. 

Although this matter didn’t have much to do with him, Fujikawa’s words still stirred some ripples in Kimura’s heart.

After standing in place for a long time, he turned around and headed towards the nearby station.

Ding ding.

A phone notification echoed from his pocket.

Kimura took out his phone, and the pale light illuminated his face.

Asuka: “Hayata-chan, it’s getting late. Time to go home!”

Kimura stared at the message for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Kimura: “Alright, on my way back.”

Asuka sent a picture. It showed a neatly arranged rental room, with freshly washed clothes hanging on the balcony.

Kimura: “Thank you.”

Asuka: “Grinning cat.JPG”