Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 66 Enlightenment
Shiratori Seiya remained silent with a sullen face. He took off his raincoat, draped it over the girl, grabbed her wrist, and strode quickly toward the house she had come from.

Saori stood there blankly as he groped her, but when he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back a couple of steps, she seemed to understand something and couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing her silvery laughter, Shiratori Seiya turned around, looked at her smiling face damp with rain, and couldn't help but scold her:

"You idiot."

“Saori isn’t stupid.”

She responded as usual, which seemed to have become an unspoken understanding between the two.

Feeling the boy's lingering warmth on the raincoat, and feeling the strength with which he gripped her wrist, she felt a joy that seemed to bloom in her heart.

It doesn't matter where I go, the destination doesn't matter at all, I just want to keep walking like this...

However, when she looked up, she was stunned to see Shiratori Seiya's wet hair and reached out to take off her raincoat.

Shiratori Seiya noticed her movement, turned around and glared at her, saying:

"Come on!"

"Oh……"

She was startled by Shiratori Seiya's gaze, and like a frightened little animal, she timidly followed behind him.

……

A dozen seconds later, Shiratori Seiya stood at the doorway behind Saori, but through the gap between the girl and the door frame, he was able to glimpse the interior.

The place was cramped and shabby, with a dark, damp, and musty smell hitting him. Although it didn't smell as bad as the garbage dump outside, it still made him feel extremely nauseous, and he almost vomited.

The room is about three or four square meters. Just two steps from the entrance are the toilet and the kitchen, which are almost connected, separated only by a sheer curtain.

Take two more steps to the left, push open the bedroom door, and the scene I saw in the video earlier will appear before my eyes.

Rainwater seeped through the ceiling and dripped down in a continuous stream, accumulating in patches on the floor. The thumb-thick streams of water were nowhere to be seen. The wooden corner of the wall was now blocked with a towel, and two stools were stacked on top of it. Clearly, Saori had dealt with it herself before she arrived.

But it was no use; the towel was soaked through, and water was dripping down the moldy wall...

Hopeless.

Shiratori Seiya immediately made up his mind, then turned to Hasegawa Saori and asked:

Is the power out in everyone's house?

Taken aback by his sudden question, Saori paused for a moment before nodding.

"Ah."

Despite her words, Shiratori Seiya was still worried. He checked every possible electrical outlet, and after confirming there were no problems, he looked at the girl beside him and said:
"Let's go, Saori."

"Oh."

Saori Hasegawa obediently responded, without asking where he was going, seemingly having already entrusted her entire heart to him...

As he drove Saori home, Shiratori Seiya felt increasingly ridiculous.

He kept saying he wanted to marry her, but he didn't even know anything about her current situation. It was as if giving her a promise would make him feel at ease.

Before he arrived, he was still thinking about how to help, whether it was contacting the landlord or helping to clean the house...

But once inside, he didn't even have the heart to think; all he wanted was to get her away as quickly as possible.

The two remained silent the whole way. Saori Hasegawa seemed to sense that something was wrong with him. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but worried that it would affect his driving, so she kept quiet.

……

"come in."

Shiratori Seiya pulled her inside, took off her raincoat, found a spare pair of slippers, and squatted down to personally remove her sneakers.

Seeing this, Saori Hasegawa instinctively pulled her foot back.

Shiratori Seiya looked up at her and asked in confusion:
"what happened?"

She used to be eager for me to give her a massage when we were in the kendo club, so why is she acting like this now?
The girl pursed her lips, a blush rising on her rain-drenched face, her voice slightly hurried:

"Saori, Saori, you can do it yourself..."

There is weirdness.

Shiratori Seiya glanced at her, said nothing, and directly grabbed her ankle.

However, once the shoes were off, Shiratori Seiya realized what had happened: there was a hole in her white socks, and her toes were peeking out mischievously.

Saori Hasegawa noticed his gaze, felt a surge of panic, bit her lip lightly, and her toes curled up shyly.

Seeing the girl's shy expression, Shiratori Seiya found it amusing and simply took off his socks.

"That would be much better."

Saori's eyes flickered, and she turned her face away from his eyes, instead looking around the room in front of her.

Her gaze lingered on every corner of the room, as if the lady of the house were inspecting her love nest.

"Kiyoshi's house is so nice."

She couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing her say that, Shiratori Seiya's heart tightened again. He took off her raincoat, patted her shoulder, and said:
"Let's go take a shower first."

"Oh."

The girl clutched the hem of his shirt and followed him into the bathroom, silently watching Shiratori Seiya fiddling with the water heater.

After adjusting the water temperature for her, Shiratori Seiya stared into her eyes and said, "I don't have any women's toiletries here, so you'll have to make do with this. Here's a towel; I'll go find you a change of clothes..."

As he spoke, he turned to leave the bathroom, but as soon as he took a step, he felt his clothes being tugged. He turned around and looked at the other person in confusion.

The girl bit her cherry lips, raised her hand to tuck her long hair behind her ear, and asked with a blush:
"Isn't Qingzai going to wash?" When did she become so seductive?
Shiratori Seiya opened his mouth, then said helplessly:

"You wash first."

After saying that, he left the bedroom without waiting for her reply.

After wiping his face with a tissue, Shiratori Seiya changed into his pajamas and sat down at the table. He first contacted a real estate agent and arranged to go see a house the next afternoon.

He then glanced at the time and sent a message to Mio Takahashi, telling her that he was too busy to pick her up today.

After doing all this, he thought about whether he had missed anything, but then he heard a 'click' and the bathroom door opened.

Shiratori Seiya subconsciously turned his head and saw a tall, elegant girl standing in the doorway, wearing only a bath towel.

She didn't seem to know how to tie a towel, only wrapping it around her waist, leaving her long, straight legs exposed to the air, and her fair shoulders showing a faint blush under the light.

A misty light welled up in the girl's clear eyes as she met his gaze and softly asked:
"Can Kiyoya help Saori blow-dry her hair?"

…………

At noon, inside the Qingshan Artist Training Institute.

After finishing the morning training, Mio Takahashi breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, the teaching profession is still too oppressive, especially since the other person's personality is not the type to practice gentle education.

So I get especially nervous every time I'm in front of her.

Leaning back in the lounge chair, Mio Takahashi took a sip of water, then glanced at her phone. However, seeing the empty message list, a look of disappointment appeared in her eyes.

Shiratori Seiya didn't come to see me again today...

Ever since that kiss, he seems to be deliberately avoiding me.

So, was I just too impatient?
Did that scare him?

but……

He was so skilled that he didn't seem nervous at all afterwards.

Besides, she had given him room to maneuver, even allowing him to date that madwoman. Logically speaking, he had no reason to avoid her...

Mio Takahashi bit her cherry lips, feeling conflicted and unsure of what to do.

That night, after Shiratori Seiya left, she called her mother again and confessed that she was in a relationship.

Anyway, even if I don't say it, my cousin will tell me when my mother asks.

Then I got a lecture from my mother, who asked what kind of person the other person was and whether I could bring him back to meet her.

She brushed all of this off. Meeting him was out of the question. She avoided him after just one kiss. Wouldn't it be even worse if he met her parents?
As things stand, it would be enough if he agreed to move to a place near his home.

After all, neither the Hojo sisters nor that madman received this treatment. The book says that distance is the most important factor; as long as there are no major conflicts, the feelings between men and women who spend every day together will definitely gradually warm up...

And that's how it's portrayed in movies and TV series.

A smile unconsciously crept onto Mio Takahashi's face.

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard a commotion coming from the corridor.

"Ms. Hojo, this way please..."

As if she had triggered some keyword, Mio Takahashi immediately snapped back to reality, blinked, and seemed to have heard some incredible name.
She stood up and walked out of the lounge.

However, as soon as the frosted glass door was pushed open, it was met by three people walking out from around the corner.

The girl walking in the middle was wearing sunglasses, but just by looking at her face and figure, Mio Takahashi immediately recognized her.

Hojo Shione? What's she doing here?
Mio Takahashi's hand was still resting on the glass door frame as she stared blankly at the other person.

Her movements were so conspicuous that Hojo Shione noticed them immediately. She stopped, turned around, and their eyes met through their sunglasses.

Hojo Shione was also taken aback when she saw Takahashi Mio.

"Ms. Hojo?"

Her manager's voice brought her back to her senses. After hesitating for a moment, she took off her sunglasses and said:

"Sister Fukada, please go ahead, I have something to take care of..."

Fukada looked at her questioningly, then at Takahashi Mio, sensing that the two might know each other, and nodded.
"Alright, I'll go contact Ms. Kurosaki Yui first."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Hojo Shione clasped her hands together, bowed at a 45-degree angle, and watched the other person leave.

I estimated that the other person had moved to a distance where they couldn't hear me.

Hojo Shione turned to face Takahashi Mio, giving her a deep look with a complex expression in her eyes.

A strange sense of oppression emanated from the other person. Takahashi Mio swallowed hard, her body involuntarily straightening, and she couldn't help but ask:

"Um, is there something you need?"

Hearing her question, Hojo Shione suddenly smiled, her lips pursed, and asked meaningfully:

"Did Kiyoya bring you here?"

She paused, then looked up at the sign above the training room and asked again:
"You want to be an actor?"

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　My home computer broke down, so I came to an internet cafe to write.

　　There's one more ticket, but it won't be available until after midnight, so don't wait.

　　Thank you so much for your support, I love you all!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)