My Tokyo Celebrity Girlfriend Is Love-Struck, What Should I Do? - Chapter 48

It’s Totally Fine

Night climbed into the sky, nibbling away at the remaining golden hue on the horizon.

In the uneven sky, dappled rays of light desperately spilled the last soft glow onto the earth.

Just like the light from the opened windows in the small building, shining on Kimura’s face.

After a whole day of shooting.

Kimura did not stay at the photography club until very late.

Was today’s shooting a bit depressing after all?

He recalled the scenes of today, just thinking about it made him feel a surge of sadness.

The words on the script were ultimately just fantasies in the mind.

The outstanding performances of Asuka and Amemiya brought the lifeless words to vivid reality.

Vividly displayed in front of everyone.

No wonder, after finishing the afternoon shoot, several girls in the crew couldn’t help but cry out loud.

Even Koike Koichi, who was usually carefree, had a look of deep disappointment in the end.

“Kimura-senpai, I have a feeling that if we can successfully shoot ‘Even if This Love Disappears from the World Tonight,’ it will definitely become popular.”

In the photography club’s activity room, Koike Koichi, who was organizing photography equipment, suddenly said inexplicably.

Kimura stood up straight, looked at the serious expression on Koike Koichi’s face, and smiled, saying, “Perhaps.”

“No, Kimura-senpai, I mean it seriously.” Unlike his usual casual demeanor, Koike Koichi spoke earnestly.

Kimura packed up the USB drive on the table, put it in his backpack, and zipped it up.

Then, he pressed his hands on the backpack.

“It’s meaningless to talk about this now. It only makes sense when someone invests,” Kimura said.

Koike Koichi hesitated and asked, “If we manage to get investors… can we still help Kimura-senpai with the shooting?”

Kimura remained silent.

It seemed like he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Perhaps four years of life in Tokyo had made him more realistic.

Now, he didn’t like to imagine too much about the future; instead, he focused on the present, taking one step at a time.

Seeing that Kimura didn’t answer, Koike Koichi scratched his head and said.

“I was just asking. Kimura-senpai, don’t take it to heart… It’s just that before, when everyone in the crew gathered and chatted, the topic came up, so I couldn’t help but ask…”

“Gathered together?” Kimura was puzzled.

“Yes,” Koike Koichi nodded, “Although everyone in the beginning was gathered together haphazardly, working together with Kimura-senpai made us closer…”

Kimura paused, “What are they thinking… about this project?”

“Probably due to some attachment? Kimura-senpai suddenly asking like this, it’s hard for me to express. However, since we’re all students and participating in such a shoot for the first time, there’s inevitably some emotional connection.”

Perhaps because the shooting was coming to an end, Koike Koichi unconsciously spoke a lot.

For a group of students who have not yet stepped out of the campus, such a shoot could indeed be considered their first time.

Perhaps initially, they joined for various reasons, but as the days of shooting passed.

Just like their own work, they also invested their attitudes into it.

Something seemed to have suddenly added to Kimura’s heart, and he silently picked up his backpack.

“Don’t worry, if possible, there will still be opportunities later…”

“Yes!”

……

Sitting on the train back, Kimura held his phone, searching for detailed information about the T-Station Film Festival.

The train compartment was a bit chilly, with only silent individuals and the white noise in their ears.

But Kimura didn’t mind this suppressive atmosphere.

It was like being in a study room with outside noise, making one focused.

Sliding his fingers on the screen, he carefully looked through the search results.

Ding ding.

A new message popped up at the top of the screen, sent by Asuka on Line.

He opened the chat box.

Asuka: “Hayata-chan.”

Kimura’s lips curled into a gentle smile.

Kimura: “I’m on my way, almost home.”

After a silence on the other side that lasted for a while, just when he thought Asuka might not reply anymore.

Asuka: “I damaged Hayata-chan’s ticket.”

Huh? Kimura blinked, looking at the message on the screen.

Kimura: “Ticket?”

Asuka: “The ticket for Hayata-chan to attend the offline screening at T-Station tomorrow got damaged by me.”

Asuka: “I’m sorry, Hayata-chan.”

Asuka: “I didn’t know the ticket was in the clothes, and it got washed together with them.”

The consecutive three messages made Kimura pause for a moment.

Even through the screen, one could sense the anxiety in Asuka’s heart right now.

This girl, Asuka, must be feeling really upset now.

This was probably the first thought that came to Kimura’s mind.

Contemplating, Kimura’s fingers hovered over the screen.

Tapping the screen, he inputted and deleted many times, then rewrote.

In the end.

Kimura: “Looks like… you get another day off tomorrow.”

He tried to make his words sound a bit lighter.

After a short wait.

Asuka: “I messed up the offline screening, I’m sorry.”

Seems like she still minds a lot, Kimura scratched his cheek with his finger.

Suddenly, the train slowly decelerated and stopped.

He reached his station.

Taking advantage of the crowd getting off the train, Kimura quickly replied.

Kimura: “It’s totally fine.”

Kimura: “I’ll be back shortly.”

……

After sending the message.

Kimura hurriedly put away his phone and left the station with his backpack on his back.

The cold night wind blew against him, crisp, like sharp little knives.

The bangs on his forehead scattered in the wind.

He walked briskly toward the rented apartment.

Whether it was because of Asuka’s words or something else, Kimura knew that Asuka must be feeling helpless now.

It was like the days when he first came to Tokyo, starting the difficult part-time job.

Every time he made a mistake, even though he wanted to conceal it, panic would weave through his heart like a spider web.

Fearful of receiving scoldings from customers or bosses.

Even though the result was always unavoidable…

Asuka now.

Should be as upset as he was back then.

Kimura pushed open the door of the rented apartment, and the fast walk all the way made his breath a bit disorderly.

He tried to calm his breathing.

“Asuka?”

The dim light in the corridor cast his long shadow on the entrance floor.

The rented apartment had no lights on.

Isn’t she home? Kimura was puzzled.

He reached out to turn on the light.

Putting on his shoes, he walked into the room.

On the dining table in the living room lay a blurry and wrinkled ticket, with a roll of tape next to it.

“Hayata-chan?”

Asuka’s voice echoed in the dark bedroom, and Kimura turned on the bedroom light.

The bright light dispelled the cold darkness.

Revealing Asuka, curled up on the bed, holding Ugly Meow Maru.

Her thick hair blew to the side, and her snow-white feet were neatly folded together.

“Ah, the lights weren’t on, and I thought you were out, so…”

Kimura walked to the bedside, scratching his cheek, and spoke cautiously.

Asuka raised her delicate face, and her pitch-black pupils reflected the gentle visage of the young man.

Somehow, in that moment of seeing Kimura.

A tremendous sense of grievance erupted, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

The girl cried out loud.

“Hayata-chan! I ruined Hayata-chan’s ticket. I wanted to fix the extra coupon, but it’s already ruined.”

“I can’t find a place to buy tickets online. Hayata-chan, I can’t get the ticket… I messed up the offline screening.”

“Hayata-chan worked so hard, and I…”

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and Asuka kept wiping the tears from her face with her hands.

Before she could finish speaking.

Kimura gently embraced the girl, his large palm stroking her head.

Asuka sobbed, burying her cheek in his chest.

“So… it’s okay, it’s just a ticket… If we don’t have it, we don’t have it. Besides, it was a gift from Koike-sensei.”

“But…”

“The current shoot is already great. Even if we don’t consider the standards of those critics, we’ll definitely pass the initial review.”

Kimura spoke with a gentle voice.

Asuka grabbed onto his shirt in front of her, crying without saying a word.

Kimura rubbed her head.

After an unknown amount of time passed, the girl in his arms gradually calmed down.

Kimura moved his somewhat numb body.

“Asuka.”

“…Mm.”

“I didn’t eat dinner tonight.”

“Mm.”