My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 47

What if Everything Is Fine?

Knock, knock!

The door was knocked, and inside the room, Asuka sat in front of her easel with a paintbrush in hand.

Subtle hues of paint adorned the canvas.

“Yes!” The girl responded to the knocking.

The door opened.

Amemiya Nao, holding a notepad, slowly pushed the door open. Her gaze jumped, and a moment of bewilderment crossed her face.

Asuka held the paintbrush and turned to look behind her.

“Izumi-chan!” Asuka exclaimed with delight.

Amemiya stared at everything in the room, her hand resting on the doorknob without moving.

“Sorry! I wanted to finish a section of the painting. Feel free to sit anywhere.”

Asuka turned back and continued working on the canvas.

Amemiya took hesitant steps into the room.

Her gaze was sorrowful, and her lips tightly pressed together.

Zooming out, one could see sheets of paper placed all around the room.

On the small table, on the walls, on the curtains…

It seemed that every visible spot was adorned with drawings.

But.

The content on the sheets was consistently the same person.

A man.

Inside the small house, a cool light permeated.

As if carrying a faint sadness, a haze lingered around Asuka.

Holding the paintbrush, the girl delicately painted on a fixed sheet on the easel.

The person she was still painting was the same one as before.

“I don’t know why, but I’ve been drawing this person all along.”

The paintbrush gently swirled in the water bucket, then dipped in paint to continue the illustration.

“The boy in the sketchbook…” Asuka’s soft voice narrated.

As if a violent sadness surged to her heart, Amemiya covered her mouth with her hand.

“My hands seem to have an impression. One after another…”

Asuka tilted her head, gazing gently at the unfinished painting on the paper.

Amemiya’s tears flowed forcefully, and her expression gradually lost control.

The sound of crying caught Asuka’s attention, and she turned her head, asking with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry… I took away your precious memories… I’m sorry.” Tears continued to flow, and Amemiya apologized with a trembling voice. “I’m sorry!!”

Asuka looked at Amemiya on the floor with bewildered eyes.

……

A notebook with “Make sure to read this diary after waking up in the morning” written on it was handed to Asuka.

“This is your real diary.”

“Up until now.”

“I’ve been keeping it from you, and I’m truly sorry.”

“Swoosh…” Asuka’s face lifted with a faint smile. “It seems I’ve caused you a lot of trouble again.”

“Arigato, I am willing to respect the will of the person I cherish…”

……

As the camera finished shooting, an indescribable somber atmosphere seemed to envelop the entire crew.

Some female members even had red eyes.

Even those who had initially read the script now felt an emptiness in their hearts.

As if something had been drawn away from them.

The performances of Asuka and Amemiya only amplified the sadness.

Heavy.

Like a dark cloud pressing on everyone’s hearts.

Even Yoshida, who usually paid enthusiastic attention to the filming, now had her lips tightly closed.

Kimura looked back at the morning’s scenes, reconstructing different perspectives in his mind.

He didn’t expect Asuka to portray such emotional scenes so brilliantly.

The pervasive sense of fragmentation, an unintentional yet serene sadness.

Like small knives.

Cutting through the hearts of the viewers.

“Great job!”

After confirming the morning shooting segments, Kimura stood up. “Everyone worked hard. You can pack up and take a break. We still need to shoot outdoor scenes outside the campus in the afternoon!”

“Yes!” Everyone responded.

Thinking about shooting such intense scenes in the afternoon, everyone couldn’t help but feel emotional. How did Kimura-senpai come up with such an intense script…

It was completely different from the pure love movies they knew.

“Ah, it just feels so melancholic.”

Amemiya sat on a chair, holding a white plush hot water bag in her arms.

“Mm.”

Asuka approached, holding Ugly Meow Maru, and suddenly noticed the hot water bag in Amemiya’s arms, pausing for a moment.

“Why do you have one too, Nao-chan?”

“It’s because Asuka-chan always gives me the hot water bag after every shoot… It feels really comfortable and warm.”

Amemiya gently pressed the hot water bag against her stomach, wearing a happy expression on her face.

“Right, right.”

Asuka showed a smile on her face.

“Asuka, are you going to join us for the shoot in the afternoon? Or…”

“I…” Asuka looked towards Kimura, who was busy not far away, biting her lip lightly. “I think I’ll skip it.”

“Hmm?”

Sensing something off about Asuka, Amemiya frowned slightly and turned towards her.

“Is there something Asuka is hiding from me?”

“N-nothing.”

Asuka avoided eye contact, tightly gripping Ugly Meow Maru on her knee.

“Asuka-chan!” Amemiya reached out, placing her hand on Asuka’s, “Asuka-chan’s acting off-screen isn’t that good, you know.”

Asuka stared blankly at Amemiya in front of her.

“Nao-chan…”

“If you don’t say it, I can’t help you, Asuka-chan.”

Amemiya paused for a moment and then seemed to think of something. “Is it related to Kimura-kun?”

“Mm.”

“Eh? Why?”

Amemiya asked eagerly.

For some reason, the first thing that came to her mind was Yoshida’s video editing…

Amemiya rubbed her nose with her hand.

What time is it? Why am I still thinking about these things?

“Well…” Asuka hesitated as she recounted the events.

Amemiya listened attentively.

After a long time, she looked at Asuka in silence.

“So, you accidentally ruined that ticket, and… that ticket is still very important to Kimura-kun?”

Asuka tightly pressed her lips together, and her delicate fingers were entangled.

“Does Kimura-kun know about this?”

Asuka shook her head gently.

“I’m afraid he’ll get angry. Hayata-chan has been preparing for so long, working hard to ensure everything is perfect… I’m scared that Hayata-chan will be disappointed, and I dare not tell him.”

The girl’s voice was filled with sadness.

She knew how long Kimura had been preparing for this project.

She witnessed him sitting at the computer desk from day to night, working on the script alone in the campus.

Relying on the savings he had accumulated for a long time, he gathered a crew to shoot.

That tall figure kept pushing forward with determination…

It was precisely because she knew all this that Asuka couldn’t bring herself to tell Kimura.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry, Asuka-chan…” Amemiya’s mood also suddenly became heavy.

Although she comforted her verbally, her mind was racing.

A strange sense of duty emerged in her heart.

Suddenly, Amemiya looked up.

“If the ticket stub isn’t too damaged… it should still be usable, right?”

“Ticket stub?”

“Yes, Asuka-chan, do you remember the condition of the ticket stub?”

“No, I don’t remember.”

Asuka tried hard to recall, but at that time, she was overwhelmed with panic and didn’t pay attention to the condition of the ticket stub.

“Go back and check, Asuka-chan. Maybe the ticket stub is fine?”