Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 91 All
"I was just about to cross her name out."

"But when I inquired about the show's schedule, it was quite tight. Basically, they'd film the first three episodes, let it air, and then continue filming the last two episodes."

"In other words, even if you manage to keep it from your cousin, your family will find out about it sooner or later."

"..."

Shiratori Seiya told Mio the truth directly. She sat blankly in the chair, leaning forward and looking at the audition form, seemingly still not recovered.

Seeing this, Shiratori Seiya twisted open the bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, saying:

"I told you before that I would face this with you, and I'm fairly confident..."

"Things aren't as bad as you think. I'll go home with you to sort things out whenever you've made up your mind."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Mio Takahashi pursed her lips and closed her eyes.

She couldn't hear what Shiratori Seiya was saying at that moment; she felt flustered and even a little dizzy.

Things happened so suddenly that she wasn't prepared.

Her fear made her instinctively want to run away.

The girl couldn't help but look up, her eyes filled with helplessness as she gazed at Shiratori Seiya.

Could you please choose a different drama to film?
She wanted to say that, but the words just wouldn't come out no matter what she said.

Shiratori Seiya knew all too well how much he had sacrificed for her.

What gives me the right to make such demands of him?

Mio Takahashi felt disgusted by having such thoughts and quickly threw them into the trash.

However, I still don't know what to do.

Shiratori Seiya looked at the girl's gaze and could vaguely sense her desire to escape, but he remained silent.

Running away once is fine, but what if the schedule doesn't work out the second time? Should you run away again?

Mio was bound to suffer this blow sooner or later. Although the timing was somewhat cruel for her now, it was the best arrangement at the moment.

I sat with Mio Takahashi for a while longer, and said some comforting words, but it was obvious that she couldn't listen to them at all.

Seeing this, Shiratori Seiya stood up, patted her shoulder, and said:
"Let's go, I'll take you home. Go back and think it over carefully. When you've figured it out, tell me, and I'll go with you."

"However, try to do it before the audition next week."

"..."

Mio Takahashi followed behind him like a mummy, lost in thought, remaining silent the entire way home.

Perhaps not wanting to worry Shiratori Seiya too much, when she got out of the car and went upstairs, she finally managed to force a smile that looked worse than crying.

Shiratori Seiya watched her retreating figure as she entered the building, and for a moment he regretted not taking a picture with his camera. Otherwise, Mio's reaction would be quite interesting when he brought it out later.

After turning a corner and parking the car downstairs at his own apartment building, Shiratori Seiya didn't rush to get out.

It was already dark when he stared at the streetlights and fell into deep thought.

In fact, this incident not only caught Takahashi Mio off guard, but it also caught him somewhat off guard.

It was a test for Mio Takahashi, and it was also a test for him.
A rigid father, a disapproval of joining the entertainment industry, an overly traditional family...

After thinking for a while, Shiratori Seiya locked his car and went upstairs.

However, as soon as I got off the elevator, I saw that my neighbor who lived on the other side of the corner was still moving so late.

To be honest, he wasn't familiar with the other party. He only remembered that she was a middle-aged woman and an old lady who lived together, and they usually just bumped into each other.

Seeing that the other party was busy moving and had no time to pay attention to him, Shiratori Seiya was a little puzzled, but he didn't see any room to interrupt. He just raised his hand, smiled slightly, and went into the house.

'Beep.'

Upon entering, the living room lights extended into the entryway. Shiratori Seiya glanced down at Hasegawa Saori's shoes next to the shoe rack, no longer surprised.

Since the night she returned from Yokohama, Saori has been coming to her house from time to time.

Her reason was that she helped with cleaning to repay the debt that Shiratori Seiya had helped her rent the apartment.

But later, it wasn't just about cleaning; she took on almost everything, including washing clothes and making beds.

She would even bring her clothes over to wash sometimes, so that besides her own clothes, there were also her vests on the balcony...

Seemingly hearing the door open, the girl in shorts and a shirt suddenly peeked out from the living room.

Upon seeing that it was Shiratori Seiya, her previously calm face immediately broke into a clear, silly smile, and she rushed towards him.

"Welcome home!"

The girl was pulled into his arms, and Shiratori Seiya was thrown off balance. Luckily, the door was right behind him, or he probably would have fallen to the ground.

Catching her in his hands, Shiratori Seiya, inhaling the lavender scent from the girl's hair, couldn't help but say:
"It's not that I get this excited every time I come back..."

"Eh?"

Hearing him say that, Saori stopped nuzzling his chest with her face, raised her forehead, blinked at him, and said calmly:
"Kiyoya, don't you like it?" Reaching out to straighten the girl, Shiratori Kiyoya put his handbag aside, squatted down to change his shoes, and said:

"It's not a matter of whether I like it or not, it's just that I'm not quite used to it..."

Even though they never got a marriage certificate, and their deepest contact was still at the stage of just kissing, Saori always acted like she was welcoming her husband home.

Over time, it's hard not to have the illusion of marriage.

"But how can one adapt if things don't continue like this?"

Saori asked blankly, then stared at the boy's back, tilted her head and pondered for a moment before saying:
"Does Kiyoya only start to adapt after we get married?"

As she spoke, she put her hands behind her back, hooked her index fingers together, stared at her white socks, gently kicked Shiratori Seiya's butt, and muttered softly:

"It would be fine to get married now."

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya couldn't help but glance back at her, then stood up and walked towards the living room, saying helplessly:

"It's impossible to get married now; the city hall (marriage office) has already closed down."

"Then tomorrow, that should be enough time, right?"

Saori followed closely behind Shiratori Seiya, almost touching him with her whole body. If he suddenly stopped now, she would probably step on his heel.

Shiratori Seiya suddenly stopped and placed his handbag on the coffee table.

'Bang.'

She not only stepped on his heel, but her forehead also bumped into his back.

However, instead of getting up, she simply lay down on top of him.

Her fuzzy cheeks brushed against Shiratori Seiya's shirt, turning her face red despite the shirt being white.

"..."

Shiratori Seiya let her rub against him for a few seconds, then turned around, reached out and pressed his hand on her shoulder to keep them about an arm's length apart, and said:

"Saori, do you know about perverts on trains?"

"Eh?"

Saori's clear eyes flickered for a moment, and she asked in confusion:
"But these aren't under Kiyoya's bed. Where are they hidden?"

"I didn't hide them anywhere, I don't have those things."

"Doesn't Kiyoya want to?"

"I don't want to, and I don't have time to think about it."

Shiratori Seiya glanced at the time on the clock, then said as he walked towards the kitchen:

What would you like to eat today?

"Whatever Kiyosai does, Saori eats."

"They're really easy to raise..."

In any case, compared to Shione and Mio, Saori is really much less troublesome.

Perhaps this is the compensation for not being able to make money?
"Let's make fried rice... and fried noodles today."

I originally intended to make only fried rice, but then I realized that the leftover rice from lunch would probably only be enough for Saori to eat until she was half full.

Thinking about it that way, she doesn't seem to have it so easy either; at least, she'll have to put in the effort to fill her stomach...

I started cooking every day as a routine, and these days I've become quite skilled at it, cooking for Saori.

Less than half an hour later, Shiratori Seiya walked out of the kitchen carrying half a bowl of chicken and egg fried rice and half a bowl of fried noodles.

However, just as he put it on the table, Shiratori Seiya noticed that a white piggy bank was already placed on it.

Saori sat beside him, her long, slender hands crossed on the table, staring at him expectantly.

Shiratori Seiya glanced at her and asked in confusion:
"what is this?"

"Well……"

Upon hearing this, Saori reached out and pushed the piggy bank towards him, bit her red lips, and murmured:

"This is what Saori has been saving since she was little..."

Then she lowered her head and carefully pulled a brown leather bag from her pants pocket. Inside was a bank card and a few loose bills.

"This is the money Saori saved from working part-time since high school..."

"They're all in here."

As she finished speaking, she looked at the tired expression on Shiratori Seiya's face and tenderly cupped his cheeks in her hands, saying:

"This is all the Saori I have left. Could it help lighten Kiyoya's burden a bit?"

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(End of this chapter)