Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 92 Danger
The girl's clear, black and white eyes seemed to hold the gentle light of a fawn, as she timidly gazed at him.

Saori's words were like a transparent, supple fishing line, passing through his ears and drilling straight into Shiratori Seiya's chest, tightly constricting his heart, making his heart tremble, both sore and swollen.

At that moment, a voice echoed in my mind:
'Just marry her. Isn't Saori enough for you?'

But then, a series of mocking voices suddenly rose in his mind, instantly drowning him out:

'If you're going to give up so easily, why did you abandon her in the first place? Giving up your original principles over such a small matter—can you really go the distance with her?'

'Where's Shione? Where's Mio? What happened to your promise to them?'

'What happened to your initial dream? You've come this far, are you really going to give up halfway?'

'If it were Hojo Shione or Takahashi Mio doing this, would you also give up on Saori?'

Do you think their feelings for you are less than Saori's?

'Do you really love her? Or is it just a momentary impulse?'

'hypocrite……'

Shiratori Seiya's mind went blank for a moment, and he instantly snapped back to reality.

Feeling the warmth of the girl's hand on his face, Shiratori Seiya lowered his gaze and grasped her slender hand.

Compared to Shione and Mio, Saori's hands are not as delicate.

On the contrary, her hands became very rough from years of practicing kendo.

Compared to her gentle warmth that can melt hearts, it's more like fish scales, thick, hard, and somewhat slippery.

Shiratori Seiya stared at her calloused hands, his thumb tip gently gliding over them and stroking them repeatedly.

Saori was stunned, looking down blankly at Shiratori Seiya fiddling with her hands.

Although I didn't feel much, at most I only had a slight itch.

But for some reason, I felt like countless ants were crawling on my heart, a mixture of soreness and itchiness, as if something was flowing out of my heart...

The girl blushed, and her breathing, which had never been rapid even after running three thousand meters, became erratic. Her long legs unconsciously came together under the table, rubbing gently against each other, and her body went limp, as if she had been poisoned by some kind of drug that could melt bones...

"Does Saori think I'm useless?"

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa's heart, which had been melting away, immediately regained its composure. She instinctively straightened her back, and words of surprise escaped her red lips:

"Eh?"

Shiratori Seiya raised his face, meeting her gaze. He bent his left index finger and tapped the piggy bank, saying calmly:

"Although I haven't graduated yet and I can't be called rich, I can still support Saori."

Seeing her stunned expression, Shiratori Seiya felt a mischievous urge and deliberately asked with a blank face:
"Is it because you don't like my fried noodles or fried rice, or do you think they're too cheap?"

Upon hearing this, Saori Hasegawa's pupils contracted, and she stared wide-eyed in astonishment, saying:

"I...I...Saori didn't..."

Her lips curved downwards, as if she realized she had said something wrong. She didn't dare to look at Shiratori Seiya's face, and her tone became aggrieved.

"Saori can eat rice balls too, Kiyomiya's cooking is the best..."

"Being able to eat Kiyozai's meals every day is the happiest thing for Saori."

“Saori, saori…”

Her voice gradually choked, tears welled up in her eyes, and her lips turned red and swollen.

“Saori just feels really sorry for Kiyoya. Saori is an idiot, useless… She lives in a house that Kiyoya rents, and she comes to Kiyoya’s house to eat every day. Even the only swordsmanship she knows was given to her by Kiyoya… But Saori can’t help Kiyoya with anything, and she always feels like she owes Kiyoya a lot…”

"In Saori's heart, Seiya is the most amazing person in the world. He knows kendo, can cook, write songs, write scripts, and earns so much money..." "Saori has nothing. This is all Saori has. Saori doesn't deserve him at all..."

Shiratori Seiya's eyelids twitched, and he quickly raised his hand to stop her from speaking, then said with a smile:

"So, Saori didn't dislike me?"

"Saori wouldn't dare..."

"Don't you dare?"

Saori Hasegawa's hands clenched unconsciously; she almost stood up and hurriedly said:
"No! Saori won't! Meeting Seiya is Saori's good fortune!"

'hiss! '

Shiratori Seiya's knuckles ached from her grip, and he felt as if she would break them if she used any more force. His eyes widened as he exclaimed:
"Let go!"

Upon hearing this, Hasegawa Saori was taken aback. She looked down and realized that Shiratori Seiya's hand was still in hers, so she quickly let go.

Shiratori Seiya looked at his fingers, which had been pinched until they were red, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

So, there are risks involved in teasing idiots?

"Sorry……"

Seemingly aware of her own strength, Saori apologized repeatedly like a child who had done something wrong, looking at the boy's slightly trembling index finger.

Tears dripped onto the table, making a 'plop, plop' sound.

Seeing that she was crying again, Shiratori Seiya pulled out two tissues and handed them to her. Just as he was about to say that it was okay, Saori cupped his hand in hers.

Before he could react to what she was about to do, he heard a 'creak' and the girl's bottom lifted off the stool, her cheek close to his hand...

Under the incandescent light, her face, which was close to hers, was as clear as a white porcelain vase, and her rosy lips seemed to be adorned with stars, sparkling brightly.

Two thin, red lips parted slightly, gently pinching his fingers between them, followed by a soft, wet sensation...

The girl's beautiful hair was spread out on both sides of her flushed face, and her cheeks were slightly sunken in two hollows.

She raised her clear, tear-filled eyes, seemingly observing his reaction.

With the intense sucking, Shiratori Seiya felt a tingling sensation rise from his fingertips, rushing up his forehead through his bloodstream, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Shiratori Seiya realized what was happening and, with a soft "pop," quickly pulled his finger out.

He stared blankly at his glistening index finger, and after a few seconds, silently picked up his chopsticks and said:
"Have a meal."

"Is Qingzai no longer in pain?"

"Have a meal."

"Oh."

"..."

I almost got myself into trouble while eating a meal.

If Saori continues like this, not only will she be targeted by the censors, but if they actually have a relationship, Mio will find out sooner or later, and given her jealous nature, who knows what might happen.

He silently repeated the word "career" thirty times in his mind and then focused his attention on the professional book in front of him before he calmed down.

Perhaps because Shiratori Seiya had said he "disliked fried noodles and fried rice," Hasegawa Saori ate her meal exceptionally cleanly, even burying her face in the bowl and licking it thoroughly with her tongue.

Looking at the rice bowl that had been licked until it gleamed, Shiratori Seiya pulled out a tissue to wipe the miso soup off Saori's face, and couldn't help but laugh:

"This is much cleaner than washing."

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(End of this chapter)