Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 129 Catch
Whether you are taking care of others or being taken care of, once you choose to accept and adapt, it is inevitable that you will feel somewhat uncomfortable once the relationship ends.

Shiratori Seiya felt his eyelids getting heavy, but it was as if someone had stuffed a balloon into his head, making him feel dizzy and bloated.

But his nose was blocked, and only one nostril could breathe through, so he obviously couldn't expel the air from his brain.

I had no appetite and didn't think carefully about whether to take the medicine or eat first. I took out some bread from the refrigerator, poured a cup of hot water, and swallowed the cold medicine along with the bread and hot water.

I ate a couple more bites of bread, but the coarse wheat fibers made my throat hurt even more, so I simply threw it aside, took a thick coat from the cupboard and put it on, then sat on the sofa staring blankly at the steaming water glass.

Saori didn't need to be picked up by herself; she already knew yesterday. She returned to school in the morning on the club's bus. Although she didn't have classes today, the school club must have some arrangements, so they wouldn't be able to meet until at least the afternoon.

I happen to have the same general education class as Mio today, and I'll be driving her to school later...

Having roughly planned out his next steps, Shiratori Seiya intended to leisurely while away the morning, and then head to school when it was almost time.

However, my body seemed to become lazy, and I unconsciously leaned back on the sofa. I don't know when, but my eyes also automatically went out like a computer screen, and I fell asleep.

'Ding dong. '

When the doorbell rang, Shiratori Seiya frowned, then his consciousness was awakened. He opened his eyes as if he had been electrocuted, grabbed his phone and glanced at the time.

9:01
Seeing that there was still almost an hour before his 10 o'clock class, he felt much more relaxed and somewhat glad that he had woken up at this time.

There's still plenty of time to pick up Mio now.

The doorbell rang in his ears. He took off the coat he was wearing, got up and went to open the door.

What are you doing inside?

As soon as the door opened, I saw Mio Takahashi with her brows furrowed, her lips tightly pressed together, and a look of anxiety in her eyes.

However, when her gaze lingered on Shiratori Seiya's face for more than two seconds, the displeased expression on her face immediately disappeared.

Shiratori Seiya's eyes were bloodshot and lacked their usual sharpness. His face looked as if it were coated with wax, his hair was unkempt, and he had no spirit at all.

Seeing his expression, as if he had been raped, Takahashi Mio's eyes widened for a moment, and she hesitated before asking:
"What's wrong with you?"

Upon hearing this, Shiratori Seiya rubbed his face and said:

"No, I forgot to close the window last night, and I caught a bit of a cold."

Hearing his hoarse, deep voice, a look of worry appeared in Takahashi Mio's eyes. She took a step forward, squeezing Shiratori Seiya into the room. She closed the door behind her, placed her hand on his forehead, and muttered as she felt his warmth:

Are you sure it's just a cold and not a fever?

She leaned very close, and Shiratori Seiya couldn't smell her fragrance, but she clearly still carried the chill from outside. He removed her hand from his forehead and said helplessly:
"It's not that easy to get a fever. I've been practicing kendo for a long time, and I don't necessarily get a fever even if I stay outside all night."

"Hehe, you can't say for sure. My father said two years ago that one of his colleagues who works out every day had a stroke one night after drinking.

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Mio Takahashi couldn't help but retort. Then, she touched her forehead and, after feeling that the temperature was about right, her tense expression eased considerably.

"It seems like nothing's wrong, but don't take it too lightly."

"Okay."

As Shiratori Seiya walked into the house to get his briefcase, he said something along the way:

"Wait for me, we'll go together in a bit."

Mio Takahashi followed them into the house, but as soon as she entered the living room, she smelled a sandalwood scent.

This smelled completely different from the usual clean smell of Shiratori Seiya's house. She wrinkled her nose and couldn't help but ask, "What's this smell?"

Shiratori Seiya was taken aback, then realized she was referring to calming incense. He turned around, looked at her frowning expression, and explained:
"Ah, it's the calming incense that Xiyin gave me. What, you don't like the smell?"

"It smells bad."

Mio Takahashi answered almost without hesitation, her eyes revealing a wary look as she retorted mercilessly:

"You dare to use things she gave you so casually? You probably caught a cold because of the fragrance."

Knowing she clearly had a problem with Xiyin, Shiratori Seiya's lips moved slightly. Observing the expression on her face, he felt she genuinely thought there was something wrong with the incense. He reached out and picked up the two boxes of calming incense on the table, explaining:
"These two incense sticks were specially obtained by her from the temple. I tried them this morning and there were no problems."

As he spoke, he handed her one of the boxes, saying:

"I wasn't planning on sleeping this morning, but I probably felt sleepy after lighting this incense. It's quite effective for sleep. Do you want to get a box to try?"

When he said that Hojo Shione had gone to the temple to ask for it, Takahashi Mio bit her lip, feeling as if he was the one who had put in as much effort as she had.

"I don't need her stuff."

Mio Takahashi made no attempt to take it, suppressing the urge to throw it in the trash can, and said:
"What's the use? With her and Hasegawa, when you actually get sick, neither of them will be able to take care of you."

Her tone was tinged with anger, as if revealing her true nature, and she seemed to want to say more at the end, muttering:

"They're actually just going through the motions..."

As she finished speaking, she looked up at Shiratori Seiya with a worried expression in her eyes, and her tone became unusually gentle:
"Why don't you... just stay home and rest today? It's just a general education class, the teacher won't do anything if you ask for leave."

Unlike her usual acting, when Mio Takahashi saw Seiya Shiratori sick, she felt genuinely sorry for him and wanted him to get some rest.

Despite verbally criticizing Hojo Shione and Hasegawa Saori for being useless, she secretly felt a sense of pride at having struck gold.

If I had to describe it, it would be the feeling of being bullied for so long, and finally being able to get a piece of meat.

Forget about ex-girlfriends and engagements.

If something happens to you, won't I be the one to take care of you?
Mio Takahashi felt especially happy when she was trusted and cared for by him and could take good care of him.

Seeing the concern on her face, Shiratori Seiya felt a warmth in his heart and smiled, saying:

"It's not that serious, it's just a cold. Don't make it sound like I have some serious illness. I didn't stop working even when I had a high fever in high school. It's nothing serious. Let's go."

As he spoke, he opened the door and went outside.

Mio Takahashi watched his retreating figure, knowing she couldn't persuade him otherwise, and couldn't help but sigh. She closed the door and quickly followed him.

With plenty of time before class, Shiratori Seiya drove leisurely, glancing at Takahashi Mio who was putting on makeup beside him. He realized that she hadn't been wearing makeup when they were at his house earlier.

So, out of curiosity, I asked:
"What's up with you today? Why are you in such a hurry to come out? I remember you usually don't wake up until nine o'clock, right?"

Upon hearing this, Mio Takahashi paused in her makeup application and slammed her makeup box shut.

Why are you in such a hurry to come out?

Isn't it because there's a crazy vixen living across the street from your house?

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(End of this chapter)