Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 48 Memories
The shocking scars were exposed to the air, and the atmosphere in the room immediately fell silent.

Two seconds later than Mio Takahashi, Saori Hasegawa looked down at the boy's arm, her cold eyes instantly becoming clear.

The scars, like fuses, burned in her eyes, drawing out and stirring up memories...
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'Huff, huff, huff...'

In her final sprint before sunset, the girl, panting heavily, stopped, looking at the red flag standing by the stream.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she plopped down, sprawling out on the slope.

The tied-up ponytail was very uncomfortable against my back.

Saori Hasegawa unconsciously frowned, reached behind her back, and pulled off her hair tie.

Her long, black hair was spread out on the grass, and sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, falling on her hair, face, and neck.

The warmth made her unconsciously squint her eyes, sleepiness washed over her, her breathing gradually became calm and regular, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she suddenly felt the light shining on her eyelids being blocked.

Sensing something was wrong, she opened her eyes and found Shiratori Seiya looking down at her.

"You're not listening again."

The sleepiness vanished instantly. Saori pursed her lips and straightened up, supporting herself on the grass with her hands.

Her eyes were lowered, she remained silent, and she felt guilty and dared not look at the boy beside her.

'Click.'

Shiratori Seiya glanced at her speechlessly, then stopped repeating the same old nonsense he'd already said countless times, and handed her a bottle of mineral water with the cap on.

"Take a sip of water first, take small sips, to moisten your throat."

"Oh."

As soon as he said that, he felt his throat go dry.

Saori licked her lips, took the water, and carefully drank a few sips. When only half the bottle remained, she stared at the blackened toe of her shoe and couldn't help but ask:

"Is Kiyoya angry?"

However, the question went unanswered, and the girl's fair and delicate ears twitched.

She was about to observe the other person's expression when she heard a 'snap' sound from a plastic bag.

Somewhat curious, I looked up and saw Shiratori Seiya take a cardboard box out of the plastic bag.

"Of course I'm angry."

Shiratori Seiya stared into her eyes and said earnestly:

"I've told you so many times, but you still won't listen. I think you're going to drive me crazy."

He told Saori countless times that she shouldn't sit down immediately after running, as blood would pool in her legs, increasing the burden on her heart and causing muscle metabolic problems, but she simply wouldn't listen.

However, this is not without its problems. If Saori Hasegawa is disobedient, then he will just have to make things a little harder for her.

Shiratori Seiya opened the box, took out the black sneakers, and patted the girl's thigh, saying:

"Lift your legs over here."

"Oh."

Saori Hasegawa was already very familiar with this routine. She arched her slender waist and steadily raised her long legs to rest on Seiya Shiratori's knees.

However, this time seems different from usual.

She glanced at the new shoes beside Shiratori Seiya, her eyes brightening, and she couldn't help but ask, pursing her red lips:
"Are those the new shoes that Kiyoya bought?"

Shiratori Seiya placed his palm on her calf and massaged it. When he heard her ask that question, he glanced at her.

Seeing the expression on her face that seemed to say, "It's for Saori, right? Right, right?", Shiratori Seiya found it rather amusing.

A thought of teasing her arose in his mind, so he put on a stern face and said in a deep voice:

"Well, I originally bought it for you, but you're too disobedient, so I'm thinking of wearing it myself."

"what?"

Upon hearing his words, Saori's face stiffened, and she stared blankly at Shiratori Seiya, her mouth agape.

After a moment, she realized what was happening, reached out and poked the boy's shoulder, saying with a wronged expression:
"Saori was wrong, please forgive Saori..."

"This isn't the first time, how many more times do I have to forgive you?"

Shiratori Seiya spoke calmly, then lowered the girl's left leg, saying:
"The other one."

"Oh."

As she lowered her left leg, a tingling, relaxing sensation washed over her. Saori Hasegawa shifted her hips and turned around, then crossed her other leg over.

She bit her lip, then couldn't help glancing at the new shoes again, puffing out her cheeks as she racked her brains. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through her mind, and she quickly reached out and tugged at the boy's sleeve, saying:

"But, but... Kiyoya can't fit into them."

Shiratori Seiya was somewhat surprised that she had thought of this, and narrowed his eyes to give her another look, but his face remained expressionless as he said:

"Then let's cancel it."

"what?"

"Isn't that troublesome?"

Saori Hasegawa felt even more aggrieved, her watery eyes glistening with tears. She leaned close to Seiya Shiratori and whispered:

"Kiyoshi would rather return it than let Saori wear it?"

"You always have to be punished for your mistakes, otherwise you'll never learn."

“Saori knows she was wrong…”

"No means no, there's no room for discussion."

"Oh."

Seeing that there was no hope at all, Saori Hasegawa lowered her head, fidgeted with her fingers, and stopped asking for help. She lay down, looking dejected, and stared at the shade of the trees above her head.

But I'm always so tired after running...

As she was struggling with her thoughts, Saori Hasegawa suddenly felt a chill on her feet. Looking down, she saw that Seiya Shiratori had already taken off his shoes.

She immediately perked up.

"ah?!"

With a gasp, the girl stared at Shiratori Seiya with a look of astonishment.

A strong smell of sweat filled the air, and even she could smell it.

Hasegawa Saori's fair face flushed instantly, her toes, encased in white socks, curled up, and she abruptly pulled her thigh out of Shiratori Seiya's hand, pressing her foot under her buttocks.

She secretly raised her eyes and glanced at Shiratori Seiya, biting her lip as she said:
“Clear, H.”

"what?"

"Has Kiyoya finally lost his temper?"

The girl stirred her fingers, sniffed the air, and found that she could still smell the odor. She quickly moved away from Shiratori Seiya.

Perhaps sensing that her words might hurt his feelings, she pursed her lips and comforted him:
"H is not out of the question, but not right now..."

When Shiratori Seiya heard her say that, he understood what was going on and couldn't help but laugh. He asked:
"When does Saori think it's a good time?"

"At least, it won't be ready until tomorrow morning..."

"Oh, I thought washing my feet would be enough."

Hearing him say that, the girl blushed even more, her neck turning red. She felt so ashamed that her heart was almost filled with shame, and she pressed her legs together tightly.

She finally couldn't hold back and cursed:

"Kiyoshi is a villain!"

Seeing Saori's coquettish expression, Shiratori Seiya found it even more amusing, and feigned disappointment as he spoke:

"Can't I? I brought water, and I only want to drink it now. I don't want to think about it tomorrow morning."

"Well……"

Hearing him say that, Saori Hasegawa looked conflicted.

This is the first time that Shiratori Seiya has made such a request.

I had harbored some fantasies before, but does it really have to be now...?

After hesitating for a full minute, Saori Hasegawa straightened up and said:
"You have to wash the yarn yourself..."

"No."

"Eh?"

The request was immediately rejected, which was completely unexpected by Saori Hasegawa. She turned around and craned her neck to look at the other person like a silly goose.

Before she could react, Shiratori Seiya grabbed her ankle, pulled off her socks, and while rinsing the dirt between her toes with water, whispered:

"I won't look down on you. If you would look down on someone over such a small thing, then there's no point in dating them."

"Besides, I'm also happy to be able to help Saori."

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(End of this chapter)