Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Although it was Sunday, Fujino was extremely restless.

He got up early and began to tidy himself up.

In his view, dealing with Hanako was no easier than going to work.

It's absolutely not comparable.

Accompanying Hanako on a date... no... to relax, is part of Hanako's treatment.

This is definitely overtime work!

He stood at the entrance of Kita-Senju subway station, looking at Hanako's text message, and felt like he was biting Hanako.

[Waka Hanako: Let's go to Akihabara first, Kazuhiko-kun. I want to buy the new game cartridges.]

So this is Akihabara?

A haven for otaku?

He hasn't been there yet.

Fujino passes through Akihabara every day on his way to work, but he has never gotten off at this stop.

He took the JR Joban Line for about 30 minutes to Akihabara Station, then transferred to the Tokyo Metro Ginza Line to Hongo 3-chome Station. The University of Tokyo Hospital is located on the University of Tokyo campus next to the subway station.

Clang clang clang— Clang clang clang—

Fujino felt that the purpose of this journey was a little too lofty.

This is all to save a lost girl!

It has absolutely nothing to do with those lousy things like axolotls.

Steamed goose heart at a private residence.

I, Kazuhiko Fujino, would rather be bored to death than become a shut-in for anime and manga.

He pursed his lips, only to find that almost all the seats next to him were empty.

There was only one woman sitting in the seat opposite.

Fujino's attention was drawn to her, not because she was particularly beautiful.

She was dressed in a simple black business suit.

He was concerned about her condition.

Fujino noticed her pale face and the cold sweat pouring down her forehead as if it were free.

He squinted, and the woman's shaking head made him feel dizzy.

Are you carsick?

He's not very good at that.

Without medication, even doctors are helpless when it comes to motion sickness.

Ding-dong-

We've arrived at Akihabara Station.

Fujino was already standing in front of the tram door, ready to get off.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the woman moved.

She realized she had arrived at her stop, covered her mouth, and sobbed as she stood up from her seat.

He rushed to the door in a few strides, shoved Fujino aside, and jumped off the tram.

She collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The cold sweat that broke out made her stockings almost transparent.

"Could someone please call for a medical technician when you exit the station? Thank you." Fujino's gentle voice sounded above her head.

There were still quite a few kind-hearted people at this time, and many responded to Fujino's call.

Fujino knelt down on one knee and gently took the woman's wrist; her hand was already cramped like a chicken claw.

He gently checked his wrist pulse and found his heart rate was severely tachycardia.

Fujino lifted the woman's head and looked into her eyes, which were already somewhat unfocused.

He said softly, "Madam, listen to me, I'm a doctor. Are you still conscious?"

She nodded slightly.

Fujino smiled: "Come on, please follow me, inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale—"

As Fujino took deep breaths, her spasms were greatly relieved.

Soon, her consciousness gradually took over her body.

The station's emergency medical personnel rushed over and began examining the woman's condition.

She looked around, but the doctor who had just helped her adjust her breathing rhythm was nowhere to be seen.

It was all because Fujino was racing against time.

Hanako has already been making a barrage of calls.

But because he was in the midst of emergency treatment, Fujino missed the call.

When he saw Hanako standing outside the subway station, she already had 33 missed calls.

"oi!" Fujino waved to Hanako, just like Daigo did every time he transformed from Ultraman Tiga.

Hanako had obviously heard Fujino's call, and she put away her phone, looking at him with a smile.

Fujino stood next to Hanako, his arms resting on his knees, panting heavily.

"Ms. Hanako, a lady was just experiencing shortness of breath, and I'm giving her first aid."

Hanako didn't say anything, but took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Fujino's forehead: "Why are you running, Kazuhiko-kun? You could have just told me."

"I didn't see you and I was worried about you, so I called. I won't do it again next time."

Fujino slightly raised his head and saw Hanako against the light.

Unlike her usual practice of being bundled up in layers of clothing for consultations, today she was wearing a pink Lolita dress.

She had a hair accessory tied on her head and a small bag slung over her arm.

Her makeup was exquisite, and there was no blame in her eyes; instead, she genuinely looked worried.

Fujino, catching his breath, straightened up. "Have you kept me waiting, Ms. Hanako? As an apology, I'll wait a bit—"

"As an apology," Hanako casually took Fujino's left arm and gently tapped her right cheek, "Hanako needs a kiss from Hiko-kun."

"Then I'll treat you to a sundae." Fujino gave in, momentarily forgetting to pull his arm out of Hanako's arms.

A sly smile spread across Hanako's face. She tightened her grip on Fujino's arm and shouted, "I want to buy God of War Omega and Monster Hunter!!! Kazuhiko-kun! Go! Go! Go!"

Hanako had clearly read Lu Xun; in her attempt to open a window, she nearly ripped the roof off.

In order to hold Fujino's arm, he actually suggested a kiss?

Hagiwara, you rascal.

Despite being released at the beginning of the year, there is still a constant stream of people wanting to buy them.

Fujino was visiting this kind of store for the first time, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Miss Hanako, do you come here often?"

"No, Kazuhiko-kun. I wanted to buy it as soon as it was released, but I've been..."

Yes, during that time... Hanako suffered a schizophrenia attack and was busy stalking me afterward, so she didn't have time to come to Akihabara.

Hanako coughed twice, then pulled Fujino's arm closer, her breasts bulging slightly. "Kazuhiko-kun, get ready. Besides buying game cartridges, I also need to buy clothes today!"

At this point, Hanako suddenly leaned closer to Fujino, her warm breath tickling his ear: "Hey, what anime does Kazuhiko like?"

Fujino sensed that this distance was dangerous, but he didn't dare to completely distance himself from Hanako.

At least for now, Hanako acts like a normal, infatuated woman and can be communicated with.

On the other hand, having a hobby is a good thing; it can greatly alleviate the intensity of mental illness symptoms.

However, this gentle whisper was indeed a bit too intense.

"Hanako-san—"

"Beggar's Sauce".

Fujino took a deep breath: "Hanako-chan, what anime do you like? I like EVA and Naruto."

Hanako seemed to be taking notes seriously, then smiled brightly: "Me? I like EVA and Naruto."

"Eh."

Yes, that's right.

Hanako gazed into Fujino's eyes, her warm lips slowly approaching his ear, her small, fragrant tongue almost slipping into Fujino's earlobe.

"I like everything that Kazuhiko likes."

Fujino pressed Hanako's head down with his right hand: "Move back a bit, it's too hot!"

Avoiding Hanako's head, he saw the moon outside the window. He hadn't done anything, so how come it was already night?

"Kazuhiko-kun." Hanako looked at Fujino with her big, watery eyes, feeling a little aggrieved.

Fujino sighed. Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

He kept emphasizing this on the way.

"Do you really like everything I like, Hanako-chan?"

"Absolutely true."

"Then I like to obey the law."

"Hanako too!"

"I also like Hanako to have a hobby. Anime is great, it makes me feel much more lively."

"Hanako too!"

"I like it when Hanako tells me her old stories."

Hanako stopped using her chopsticks to serve Fujino sukiyaki beef, and slowly sat down next to him, almost embedding herself in his arms.

The sound rang right next to Fujino's ear, accompanied by Hanako's unique minty fragrance.

"Hanako too."