Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 115 The Cocoon
Wednesday.

As sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, Hojo Shione removed the clothes covering her forehead, her eyes gradually losing focus as she stared at the ceiling.

Perhaps I had slept for too long, and my body was weak. I wanted to keep sleeping, but I was too lazy to even move my fingers, and my head was also a little dizzy.

After a while, she finally managed to regain her composure, her fair and slender arm emerging from under the covers as she grabbed her phone from the bedside table and glanced at the time.

10:06
She couldn't quite remember what time she went to bed last night, but it was probably around 10 p.m., so she slept for about 12 hours.

This is the first time I've slept this long since I parted ways with Kiyoya...

As expected, it wouldn't be possible without Kiyoya.

Thinking this, she lifted Shiratori Seiya's coat with her fingers, her eyes revealing a look of longing.

Then he suddenly released his hand and let his arm fall, allowing it to cover his body.

Doing this is like Kiyoya rushing towards him in the morning.

Hojo Shione repeated this several times, then hugged Shiratori Seiya's coat tightly to her chest, buried her flushed face in it, and took a deep breath.

"Huff...Huff..."

Even though the coat had been washed and you could no longer smell Shiratori Seiya's scent on it, Hojo Shione could still automatically recall his scent and the sweet days they spent embracing each other whenever she thought it was the coat he had worn.

Clutching her coat, she rolled from one end of the bed to the other, and after a few rolls, she was fully awake and got out of bed.

Her legs were slender and fair, with skin as smooth as mutton fat that shimmered and was particularly dazzling.

Walking into the living room, she put a piece of candy in her mouth, then went into the bathroom to wash away the sticky sweat from her body. Her eyes, which had been staring at the wall, gradually lost focus.

This was a very common occurrence for her. Whenever she wasn't working, she would basically space out, and the person she was thinking about was always Shiratori Seiya.

The reason I didn't go to see Kiyoya today is because he specifically mentioned yesterday that he was going to watch Saori Hasegawa's match, so I didn't need to help prepare breakfast.

Hojo Shione didn't refuse, partly because she felt she wasn't qualified, and partly because she still felt guilty towards Shiratori Seiya.

Even if I had to do it all over again, I would still choose the same thing, but every time I think about how I lied to Kiyoya, I feel tormented.

But the thought that he already knew she had lied to him made her feel a little relieved. In fact, whenever he looked at her with complicated eyes, Hojo Shione felt as if every drop of blood in her body was cheering.

Kiyoya loves me.

Hojo Shione had carefully savored this feeling of joy, and felt that it was second only to being intimate with Seiya.

If you were to ask why, it would probably be because he knew that Shiratori Seiya loved him. Otherwise, given Shiratori Seiya's personality, he would never have been so polite to him. Even if they weren't completely estranged, they certainly wouldn't have been able to be friends anymore.

On the other hand, it stemmed from a kind of masochistic pleasure. He believed that wrongdoing should be punished, and deliberately rejecting and distancing himself from her made her feel better.

She felt as if she had fallen into the middle ground between sweet love and scorching lava.

However, these good days, this bittersweet feeling, should be gone starting tomorrow.

Although it was difficult, and she had even given up several times before, this time was different. She had set herself a deadline with no way out, which was tomorrow.

If we keep dragging this out and backing down, without confessing to Kiyoya that we deliberately took advantage of his kind heart and his feelings for us, the rift between us will only deepen.

This was worse than death for Hojo Shione.

After washing up, she put on a natural makeup look and glanced at the time; it was almost noon.

Knowing that Shiratori Seiya had gone out today, Hojo Shione hesitated for a long time before finally standing in front of his house. She first rang the doorbell, and after waiting for a while without a response, she decisively entered the electronic password and entered Shiratori Seiya's house.

After spending a few days together, Hojo Shione already knew Shiratori Seiya's password. He didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it from her at all, and entered the password in front of her.

If he's willing to let me know the password, it means he's allowing me into his house, right?
Furthermore, we need to prepare the ingredients and supplies properly today in preparation for tomorrow's cooking.

He likes himself...

After going over various reasons in her mind again and again, Hojo Shione entered the house. Smelling the lingering scent of Shiratori Seiya in the air, a craving smile appeared on her face.

However, her smile didn't last long before she noticed the slippers scattered in the entryway.

Why are you in such a hurry? Do you really want to see that idiot?

A strong sense of jealousy welled up in Hojo Shione's heart, and she couldn't help but wonder if he would be just as eager to meet her if she were the one he was meeting.
If it's Kiyoya, he'll probably spend the whole day with her, right?
That idiot is really lucky!

The thought had barely formed in her mind when Hojo Shione clenched her fist tightly.

Yes, I will definitely make him fall completely in love with me.

She forced herself to tidy up the shoes scattered in the entryway, then glanced at the time and, realizing it was still too long before evening, slipped into Shiratori Seiya's bedroom, got into bed, and pulled the covers over herself...

The scent emanating from Shiratori Seiya was almost poisonous; she fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

When I woke up again, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. It was time to start preparing tomorrow's meals.

As she placed the newly bought yellow chicken into the pot, Hojo Shione's gaze kept shifting between the time displayed on her phone and the contents of the pot.

She had been busy until 8 p.m. and was really hungry, having only eaten one meal that day, so she decided to just make something simple.

With her gaze fixed on the view outside the window, a question involuntarily arose in Hojo Shione's mind.

Will Kiyoya come back tonight? If not, will he stay at a hotel? Will the two of them secretly pledge their lives to each other?

As she was thinking, she turned her head and looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window.

She vaguely heard the sound of a door opening, but thought she was overthinking it and didn't really pay attention...

Suddenly, Hojo Shione saw a familiar figure appear in the glass window. Before she could see who it was, she felt something hard poke her waist, as if a special pressure point had been hit. Her feet, hidden in her slippers, tensed up, her toes curled up, and she gripped the ground tightly.

Before she could react, she heard the other person's voice in her ear:

"What about Kiyosai?"

"?"

Upon hearing this, Hojo Shione instinctively tried to turn around, but the wooden sword hovering behind her stabbed her hard in the waist again.

'hiss! '

Hojo Shione gasped, turning to look at Hasegawa Saori, whose hair was disheveled. After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, her brows furrowed, her eyes sharpening, and she said irritably:

"you ask me?"

"Isn't Kiyoya with you today?"

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(End of this chapter)