Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 98 Vinegar

Although I've thought about these words for a long time, and imagined the scene of our reunion countless times in my mind, and practiced in front of the mirror until I could barely say them anymore...

But when it comes to actually saying it, the words "long time no see" still tremble uncontrollably.

Hojo Shione's lips trembled slightly. She pursed her lips but couldn't control them, so she bit her lip hard.

Then, seemingly to hide her inner unease, she squinted and tilted her head to give Shiratori a forced smile.

My heart was pounding, and panic almost filled my entire heart.

Mingming usually has a clear mind and can think calmly even when faced with the most difficult situations.

But now, just standing in front of him, she couldn't even speak.

She would never have had this mindset when facing Kiyoya in the past.

In the past, when we were dating, just sweet talk wasn't enough; I wanted to devour him whole.

When I hug him, I want to hug him so tightly that I can meld him into my body and fill the emptiness in my heart...

In short, she wished she could completely merge with him.

Of course, she wasn't a monster; it's just that the longer she spent with him, the stronger her love became, until it gradually became so intense it was almost bitter.

Each time she tasted it, the intense bitterness in her heart made her cry through countless lonely nights.

I love you so much, I love you so much...

You have feelings accumulating in your heart, wanting to convey them to the other person, but in the blink of an eye you find that you no longer have the right to say them.

The sweet words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single sound.

Unlike the burning pain in her throat when she lost her voice on stage, this pain made it hard for her to breathe, to the point that she was almost suffocating.

But now, he's standing right in front of me...

If we delve into why we can no longer act coquettishly towards him as freely as before...

I lied to him.

No.

If it's just deception, then it's clearly an attempt to excuse and lessen one's guilt, to find reasons to make oneself feel better.

She used Kiyoya's feelings for her and his conscience to control his heart...

She found her own unscrupulous behavior disgusting.

Can……

This is not the reason why I feel afraid when facing Shiratori Seiya at this moment.

If we could do it again, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times...

Hojo Shione felt that she would still do the same thing.

I just can't accept him leaving me, no matter what.

Don't even mention it's just because of a concert that could ruin your reputation, even if it means death...

She absolutely cannot accept that he doesn't love her.

The days without him were more unbearable than a bird losing its wings, and more like a fish out of water, its gills gradually sticking together, causing unbearable pain and making it hard to breathe.

So, if we delve into the reason for this fear, it's nothing more than the fear that Shiratori Seiya will hate him...

Although he didn't leave her that night, and after learning the truth he told Suzune that "it doesn't matter anymore," upon closer examination, his guilt towards her should outweigh his love.

These emotions can be felt through the text messages exchanged between us.

His concern for her was no longer fervent, nor was the doting care he once showed her; she could no longer feel her lover's affection.

More often than not, it's probably just out of concern from a friend...

Standing opposite Shiratori Seiya, Hojo Shione had countless thoughts flashing through her mind.

What will his reaction be next? I haven't apologized to him for what happened last time, so he should still be disgusted by his disgusting behavior, right?

So, you're probably angry because you moved across from him without telling him beforehand, right?

Would they coldly close the door and tell you to get out?

Even when facing a rival in love, she can remain calm and composed. However, at this moment, Hojo Shione's body began to tremble uncontrollably with fear.

The two stood silently at the door.

Shiratori Seiya was still surprised that she had suddenly moved in, and also a little puzzled as to why she had come to his door so soon after he arrived home...

Could it be that they installed surveillance cameras?
He frowned as he looked down the corridor, but found no security cameras. He lowered his gaze and noticed Xiyin trembling uncontrollably…

"Is it cold?"

Upon hearing this, Hojo Shione seemed to have been struck on the forehead with a wooden stick; her thin shoulders stiffened, and she raised her face and nodded with difficulty, saying:
"It's gotten a bit colder lately...it has."

Seeing her obviously strange expression and slightly trembling arms, Shiratori Seiya pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

Although he hadn't quite figured out how to deal with her yet, wanting to avoid an overly awkward atmosphere, he smiled and said:
"Wouldn't it be a bit impolite to arrive empty-handed when a new neighbor comes to visit?"

Upon hearing this, Hojo Shione blankly raised her face, her pale red lips fluttering like butterfly wings, her eyes flashing with the joy of regaining what she had lost.

"me……"

Her voice was still trembling slightly. She cleared her throat as if she wanted to say something more, but Shiratori Seiya said directly:

"It's cold outside, so let's come in and talk. If others see this, they'll think I don't know how to treat guests."

Without waiting for Hojo Shione's response, he turned and walked into the house.

Looking at the open door in front of her, Hojo Shione's teeth chattered, but unlike her previous anxious state, this time she was filled with excitement.

So clear...

You still love me after all...

The emptiness in her heart was filled with warmth, and a blush appeared on her face.

Stepping into the entryway, I closed the door behind me.

Hojo Shione took a deep breath, but unlike the warm scent of Shiratori Seiya in her memory, the sour smell of alcohol made her unconsciously frown.

"You can wear these slippers."

Shiratori Seiya took a pair of brand-new white slippers from the cabinet and placed them next to Hojo's feet.

Hojo opened his mouth, wanting to ask him if he had gone drinking.
But watching his back, she swallowed her words, bent down and took off her shoes. However, just as she finished changing one shoe, she noticed two other pairs of slippers on the shoe rack, and a pair of white sneakers on the rack as well.

His almond-shaped pupils suddenly contracted.

Although the shoes were unisex and could be worn by both men and women, he knew Shiratori Seiya's shoe size perfectly well because he dreamed about him every day.

After moving in in the afternoon, I tidied up the house a bit, but I didn't even have time to clean. I just kept looking through the peephole.

He knew that Mio Takahashi would be coming to his house.

But who is the other person?

That idiot?

I was the last one to arrive...

A wave of bitterness welled up in her chest, which had just been filled with emotion, and she instinctively clenched her fists.

"I'm going to take a shower. You can sit in the living room for a while. It'll be quick."

After Shiratori Seiya finished speaking and realized he hadn't received a response, he turned to look at the girl who was still looking down at her shoes and couldn't help but call out to her:
"Xiyin?"

"what……"

Upon hearing this, Hojo Shione smiled, raised her face, and reached behind her long, loose hair to look at Shiratori Seiya, saying:
"fine."

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(End of this chapter)