Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 71 Violation
Mio Takahashi is definitely sick.

Even if they weren't sick, they must have experienced some terrible shock.

Shiratori Seiya led her upstairs, and after entering the room, he placed a change of clothes and a thermometer in front of her.

However, Mio Takahashi looked at the long clothes and trousers in front of her, and then at Saori Hasegawa, who was sitting on the sofa dressed in very cool clothes.

I thought you only had shirts and shorts at home.

Mio Takahashi pursed her lips, forcing herself not to say what was on her mind, and smiled at the boy in front of her:
"Do you have any shorts? I don't like sleeping in so many layers."

Before Shiratori Seiya could even speak, Hasegawa Saori, who was sitting on the sofa eating an apple, suddenly turned her head and stared at her expressionlessly.

The girl's cold gaze was like a knife piercing through her eyes and into her heart.

Mio Takahashi's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a jolt, as if the scene in the lounge that day was replaying before her eyes.

Shiratori Seiya, seeing her shivering from the cold, frowned and said:
"Take your temperature first. If it's okay, I'll find you some summer pajamas."

"Oh."

Mio Takahashi realized what was happening, and this time she didn't say anything, but obediently nodded.

After taking her temperature and finding nothing wrong, Shiratori Seiya was relieved. He handed her her pajamas and showed her around the bathroom.

Actually, apart from having a bathtub but no items for women, his bathroom was pretty much the same as Mio's.

After taking a shower, Mio Takahashi walked out of the bathroom wearing a blue men's pajama set. She was holding a hairdryer. She glanced at Saori Hasegawa sitting on the sofa but didn't ask Seiya Shiratori to help her dry her hair.

Even if it were mentioned, Shiratori Seiya wouldn't be able to agree with it given that this madman is present.

Even if she agreed, she felt she might not survive the night.

The road ahead is long; let's see who survives to the end.

As she passed the girl on the sofa, Mio Takahashi glanced at her chest, a smile unconsciously curving her lips.

Hmph, flat-chested, no wonder he could hold back.

After Mio Takahashi finished washing up and had dinner, a silence fell over the living room.

A strange balance seemed to have formed between the three of them at this moment.

Mio Takahashi glanced at Seiya Shiratori, who was sitting at the table reading a book, and then at Saori Hasegawa, who was sitting on the sofa.

After thinking for a moment, she took out her phone.

After a long pause, she suddenly exclaimed, "Eh?"

Shiratori Seiya didn't look up, but Hasegawa Saori, like a robot, turned her head and stared at her expressionlessly.

Mio Takahashi pretended not to see it and continued speaking to herself:

"Hojo Shione is having a concert next week? How fast!"

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya finally raised his head, closed the book with his hand, looked at her without saying a word.

Mio Takahashi smiled, looked at Seiya Shiratori, waved her phone, and said:

"It's next week! I'm actually quite looking forward to it. By the way, Kiyoya, the tickets that Hojo Shione gave me last time, I think they're with you, right?"

"Ah."

"If there's still a week left, should we book a hotel in Kanagawa in advance? The concert is in the evening, right? I don't want to have to rush back late at night again, that would be too tiring."

Hearing Mio's words, Shiratori Seiya narrowed his eyes. He sensed something amiss in her tone; it seemed she was deliberately saying it for Saori to hear. So he said:

"I told you before, whether you go to the concert or not depends on your performance. Next week during your day off, I will have your teacher test your training over the past two weeks. If you don't pass, then don't go."

Upon hearing this, Takahashi Mio pouted and muttered:

"Of course I remember. If I didn't have confidence, I wouldn't have brought it up. Besides, don't you want to see her shine on stage?"

She didn't take Shiratori Seiya's words to heart at all.

It's certain he'll go; even if I don't go, he'll still go.

After all, that was your masterpiece, Shiratori Friend A.

She paused, then looked at Shiratori Seiya and said:

"However, it seems there are only two tickets. It looks like Ms. Hasegawa can't go. Could you ask Ms. Hojo for another ticket?"

As she spoke, Mio Takahashi observed the expression on Saori Hasegawa's face.

She wasn't deliberately provoking anyone; she genuinely wanted Hasegawa Saori to go.

Since the situation is already unfavorable to me, I might as well make things even more chaotic.

She figured Hojo Suzune would be there too, and she was curious to see what it would be like when the three of them met.

It would be best if they fought.

With a "the more the merrier" attitude, Mio Takahashi secretly felt a sense of anticipation.

Given how much Shiratori Seiya cares about her, he would definitely help her get tickets if she wanted to go.

However, the reality was beyond her expectations. Hasegawa Saori shook her head, looked at Shiratori Seiya, and whispered:
"Saori doesn't have time to go. Saori has training for the next week to prepare for the National Tournament."

"?"

Mio Takahashi paused, then pursed her lips and lowered her gaze. Not taking the bait?
Are you really so comfortable letting yourself and Kiyoya go to Kanagawa alone?

Is she really stupid?
Before she could figure it out, Shiratori Seiya glanced at the clock and saw it was already past ten o'clock, so he put away his book and said:

"Alright, that's enough for now. Time to get ready for bed."

Upon hearing this, Takahashi Mio realized what was happening, glanced at Hasegawa Saori, then at the only bedroom in the house, and had a bad feeling.

"You two will sleep in the bedroom, and we'll flip a coin to decide who sleeps in the bed."

As he spoke, Shiratori Seiya took out a coin.

He believed this was fairer than rock-paper-scissors, and that Saori was far superior to Mio in both reaction time and eyesight.

If they play rock-paper-scissors a hundred times, Mio will lose a hundred times.

Mio Takahashi opened her mouth, wanting to ask if she could sleep on the sofa, but then she thought that if she slept on the sofa, wouldn't that give the other two the opportunity to sleep in the bedroom?

What's the point of me coming here today?
She'd rather sleep in the bedroom than have her hair dyed green.

With Shiratori Seiya around, she probably wouldn't have any murderous intent towards me...

But it's hard to say...

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard Saori Hasegawa's blank voice:
“Saori likes to sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor. Seiya’s bed is too soft, and Saori isn’t used to it.”

"Then let's make it that way."

"..."

Late at night, Mio Takahashi lay in bed, turned over, and stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

She has trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds.

Of course, the main reason was that there was a madman in the room, and the psychological trauma left by the sword strike was still there for her.

Fortunately, the scent of Shiratori Seiya lingered on the blanket, which made her feel a little more at ease. Takahashi Mio suddenly wanted to see what he looked like when he slept.

I took out my phone and checked the time.

It's almost one o'clock.

She must be asleep, right?

Mio Takahashi slowly lifted the thin blanket and peeked at the ground. Seeing that the other person was lying on their side without moving, she felt a little more at ease.

She moved extremely slowly, tiptoeing off the bed, a process that took her about three to five minutes, trying her best not to make a sound.

However, as she stood barefoot on the tatami mat and her hand touched the doorknob, she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder.

Mio Takahashi froze on the spot, a shiver running through her body.

Then, a faint voice sounded in my ear:

"Where are you going?"

…………

The following morning, Mio Takahashi, with a thin layer of dark circles under her eyes, followed Seiya Shiratori to help Saori Hasegawa move.

However, although she was supposed to help with the move, she was actually not needed at all.

There was no need for Shiratori Seiya; Hasegawa Saori was incredibly strong, able to lift luggage almost half a person's height and various dumbbells with one hand.

That's terrifying strength!

Did this woman grow up eating jacks?
She silently grumbled a complaint, but looking at the shabby surroundings and the terrible state of Saori Hasegawa's home, Mio Takahashi's feelings were complicated.

Seeing is believing.

Just hearing what Shiratori Seiya said made her feel miserable enough, but she didn't expect the reality to be even worse than he described.

Just by looking at the cluster of blue corrugated iron shacks fifty meters away, you can tell how terrible the environment is.

In comparison, they are all ex-girlfriends of Shiratori Seiya, but the difference is really huge.

As she recalled Hojo Shione dressed in designer clothes, driving luxury cars, and always accompanied by bodyguards and managers, she couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Mio Takahashi subconsciously compared the two.

However, as she was thinking, she suddenly felt a jolt in her heart and sensed that something was not quite right.

Now she finally understands why Shiratori Seiya can't let go of Hasegawa Saori.

Putting myself in Shiratori Seiya's shoes, I also felt worried about her.

It's no exaggeration to say that someone like Saori Hasegawa would probably have a hard time supporting herself.

In contrast, Hojo Shione was rich and famous, so Shiratori Seiya could naturally be heartless and ignore her.

But Hojo Shione is definitely not stupid; she's at least smarter than Hasegawa Saori, so it's impossible that she wouldn't understand this.

And she absolutely never gave up on Shiratori Seiya; she loved him so much, and her obsession with him ran so deep…

Isn't she going against the grain?

The words she had said to me came to mind.

Mio Takahashi frowned, a bad feeling rising in her heart.
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(End of this chapter)