My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 44

The Music Volume Is a Bit Loud

In the rental house, the living room window was half-open, allowing a cool breeze to gently enter.

On the path where the sunlight must pass, there was a tatami mat spread out.

Asuka, holding Ugly Meow Maru, bathed in the warm winter sun.

Golden beams of light cascaded down her delicate cheeks, and the strands of hair by her ears shimmered.

Asuka glanced at her phone.

Suddenly, Kimura sent her a photo.

Inside were seven tickets, and by zooming in, one could see the words “Fireworks Festival” and “Reserved Seat.”

Asuka: “Eh?”

Kimura: “It’s reserved seat tickets for the fireworks festival, two days from now.”

Asuka: “Did Hayata-chan spend money on these?”

Kimura: “No, they were a gift from Fujikawa-kun.”

Asuka: “Seven tickets?”

Kimura: “It’s a long story… Anyway, two days from now, we can attend the fireworks festival and also complete that scene.”

That scene?

Asuka’s delicate fingers tapped on the phone screen, and she blinked her eyes.

Then, she recalled that in the script of “Even if This Love Disappears from the World Tonight,” there seemed to be a scene under the fireworks.

It was the scene where Kamiya Toru and Hino Maori confessed their feelings to each other.

A subtle curve appeared at the corner of Asuka’s mouth, and she felt inexplicably excited.

Asuka: “Okay.”

Kimura: “Oh, by the way, we might have to pause shooting for a day the day after tomorrow.”

Asuka: “Eh? Why?”

Asuka pouted her small mouth. Although she knew that the filming of the work was about to come to an end, Kimura had arranged too many breaks recently.

Her small hand landed on the pink hot water bag in her lap, and her fingers vigorously kneaded the fluffy and cute cat pattern on it.

Bad boy!

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Kimura sent another message.

Kimura: “Koike-sensei gave me a ticket for the offline premiere of a T-Station microfilm. There will be judges from the T-Station Film Festival giving feedback.’

Kimura: “After finishing the graduation project, I plan to submit it to the competition section of the T-Station Film Festival, so that premiere is crucial.”

So, it’s because of the T-Station Film Festival competition section!

Asuka realized, and her fingers fell on the phone screen to reply.

But before the first word was typed, Asuka froze in place.

She put down her phone, stood up, and the Ugly Meow Maru on her body fell heavily to the ground.

However, Asuka ignored it, and her snow-white feet stepped on the floor.

She ran to the dining table.

On the empty table lay a crumpled paper ball with blurred writing, showing signs of cracking.

A faint sense of unease flashed in Asuka’s clear eyes. She put down her phone, and her fingers gently played with the paper ball.

Vaguely, the words “T-Station” could be seen on the paper ball.

A perplexed expression appeared on the delicate face, and her teeth bit down hard on her lip.

The girl slowly sat down in the chair, her fingers gripping the phone with force.

After a long time, she reopened Kimura’s chat box.

With a faint glimmer of hope in her heart.

Asuka: “Where did you put that ticket, Hayata-chan?”

Kimura: “In the inner pocket of the previous set of clothes.”

Asuka’s fingers trembled.

Asuka: “Will that premiere have a significant impact?”

Kimura: “According to what Koike-sensei said, understanding the standards of those judges will be very helpful for the initial review of the work through the competition section of the T-Station Film Festival.”

After a brief pause in the messages, Kimura on the other side seemed to sense something unusual.

Kimura: “Why did you suddenly ask about this, Asuka?”

Asuka looked at the text on the phone screen, and her absent-minded gaze instantly refocused.

Her fingers instinctively tapped the screen as she replied.

Asuka: “Nothing, just looking forward to the fireworks festival in two days!”

After sending the message, Asuka sighed, turned off the phone screen, and looked at the crumpled paper ball on the dining table.

This was the clothing washed the last time, taken out of the pocket after drying.

Originally, she planned to wait for Kimura to come back and ask if this thing was important or not.

But now…

It seems to be something very important to Hayata-chan.

Asuka clasped her hands together tightly, feeling at a loss and surrounded by a sense of confusion.

……

Seeing that Asuka stopped replying to messages on her phone, a smile appeared on Kimura’s face.

She must be delighted.

A fireworks festival… It’s been a long time since he last saw one.

Kimura put away his phone, pinching the beige scarf around his neck.

A warm sensation spread throughout his body.

When Kimura arrived at the photography department, he paused.

Compared to the offline premiere the day after tomorrow and the fireworks festival two days later…

There was a more troublesome situation awaiting him to deal with now.

When Kimura had just left the izakaya, he remembered the video that Yoshida, the junior in the editing department, had posted.

That video was not a scene of Kamiya Toru and Hino Maori having a picnic in the park…

It was clearly a sweet montage of Kimura and Asuka!!

Moreover, it was exceptionally sweet, even for Kimura, who had seen quite a few similar montages in his two lives.

Even he couldn’t help but smile broadly.

What’s absurd is… he actually found it a bit enchanting?!

What in the world was happening?!

Looking at Yoshida’s appearance in the group, it seemed that she hadn’t realized she posted the wrong video yet.

However.

Now it was quite certain that Yoshida’s editing skills were indeed much better than Kimura had imagined.

Just that montage alone—details, transitions, atmosphere, and music were all just right.

With such talent, it would be a shame not to become a content creator.

Kimura shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the activity room of the photography department.

There was still only Yoshida in the room, and it seemed that the other members of the editing team had not returned yet.

Kimura stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

“Yoshida-kouhai.”

“Huh?”

Yoshida, who was editing the video, turned her head towards the direction of the activity room door.

“Kimura-senpai is back.”

“Yeah.” Kimura nodded.

He scrutinized the expression on Yoshida’s face, but didn’t find any signs of abnormality.

It seemed that Yoshida-kouhai hadn’t realized she posted the wrong video yet.

“Aren’t you coming in, Senpai?”

Staring at Kimura, who had been standing at the door with a changing expression, Yoshida asked.

“Oh! I’m coming in.”

Kimura snapped back to attention and walked towards the activity room.

“Yoshida-kouhai just sent me the video, and I’ve watched it.”

“How does Senpai feel about it? This time, I strictly followed Senpai’s instructions and removed any unnecessary eye contact and physical contact.” Yoshida pushed up the glasses on her nose, appearing somewhat proud.

“Yeah… it’s indeed not bad…”

Kimura turned on the computer on the table.

“Just the music volume is a bit loud.”

“Music volume…”

Yoshida looked a bit puzzled.

“Hmm? The music?”