Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 240 Kiryu-kun, won't Mina-chan be angry if she finds out you're taking such good care of me? [Basic 4k]

Yayoi Mizuna looked up at Kiryu Yaya, then quickly lowered her head: "So, what did you say, senpai—what should I do?"

Kiryu Yaya looked down at her, smiled slightly, and then reached for the ring that Yayoi Mizuna was holding.

His palm just covered the back of her hand.

Then, the other hand that was holding Yayoi Mizuna's hand quietly let go and instead wrapped around her slender waist.

After doing all this, Kiryu Yaya whispered in her ear, "Mina-chan, you can let go now."

"senior----"

Mizuna Yayoi's breathing stopped completely at that moment.

She could feel his hand pressed against her waist.

Through the thin fabric of her shirt, the warmth of her palm felt like a flame, making her heart tremble.

Her mind went blank.

Even the fingers gripping the rings had somehow loosened, and he felt as if his center of gravity had been removed, only able to steady himself with the hand resting on his waist.

Kiryu Yaya lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing against the edge of her earlobe: "Is this more comfortable?"

His tone was very natural.

Mizuna Yayoi felt as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her head, and the tips of her ears were burning hot, as if they were about to be burned through.

Even now, she is fully aware of Kiryu Yaya's intentions.

Yayoi Mizuna blushed and her voice was barely audible: "—Senpai is too cunning."

Her voice was so soft that it sounded almost like she was talking to herself.

Kiryu Yaya obviously heard it.

She could feel him chuckle softly, and the hand that was resting on her waist moved slightly, bringing a ticklish sensation.

"Um?

'

His voice remained innocent: "Where have I been cunning?"

Mizuna Yayoi bit her lower lip and remained silent.

Kiryu Yaya stopped teasing her.

Otherwise, things that are very ambiguous will become sleazy.

He simply stood there quietly, one hand holding the handrail, the other around her waist, letting her lean against him.

We passed several stops like that.

Seeing that Kiryu Yaya had stopped moving around, Yayoi Mizuna secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Until the train's announcement came on.

Mizuna Yayoi then moved slightly and raised her head.

"Senior—we've arrived at our station."

Kiryu Yaya released his hand from the handrail, glanced down at her, and said with a slight smile, "Yeah, let's go."

The tram slowly came to a stop, the doors opened, and the night breeze carrying the scent of the platform rushed in.

The two walked out of the carriage one after the other.

As Yayoi Mizuna stepped out of the carriage, the night breeze rushed towards her, dispelling the lingering heat on her cheeks.

Kiryu Yaya walked beside her, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Only after stepping out of the subway station exit did Yayoi Mizuna take a soft breath, stop walking, and turn to face him: "Senpai, I live on that street just over there, about a five-minute walk away————"

Kiryu Yaya glanced in the direction of her gaze.

It was a quiet alley lined with elegant apartment buildings, some windows of which were still lit with warm yellow lights.

Mizuna Yayoi continued, "Senpai, you don't need to see me off. Go back to the bank soon; Chihaya-senpai is waiting for you!"

Kiryu Yaya didn't insist, he just nodded: "Okay, then be careful on your way."

Mizuna Yayoi responded softly, but did not turn around immediately.

She stood there, as if hesitating about something, and after a few seconds she spoke again: "Senior—I'm very happy about what happened today, whether it was going to the driving school or—on the way back."

Kiryu Yaya looked at her eyes, which seemed particularly bright under the streetlights, took half a step forward, raised his hand and gently pressed down on her head, just like he had done in the alley at dusk.

"Yeah, me too."

Yayoi Mina smiled and said, "Well then—goodnight, senpai."

She took a half step back, then turned around, her steps lighter than before, and walked towards the path.

She took a few steps, then turned back, waved to him, and finally disappeared behind the automatic door of the apartment building at the end of the streetlight.

Kiryu Yaya stood there, watching her figure disappear completely before turning his gaze away, putting his hands in his pockets, and walking towards the bank.

There are still shifts to work at the bank.

When I returned to the Mitsubishi Bank Osaka branch, the lights in the lobby on the first floor were off, with only a few emergency lights on, making the place dimly lit.

But the lights were still on in the financing review room on the third floor.

The elevator had stopped, so he climbed the stairs to the third floor.

There were five or six other people in the office area.

Chihaya Yuri sat at her workstation, a stack of neatly organized index tables spread out in front of her, and she was marking several places with a red pen.

Wakako Kishigami has left, and Yuka Nakamura has left too, leaving only a few familiar faces working overtime.

Kenta Sasaki was lying on the table by the window, his head resting on his crossed arms, looking exhausted and asleep.

Chihaya Yuri looked up at the sound of footsteps, her gaze lingering on him for a moment: "Have you registered for driving school?"

Kiryu Yaya nodded: "It's all registered. Classes start next Wednesday."

Chihaya Yuri hummed in agreement and pushed the stack of organized index sheets in front of him: "Now that you're back, go through these first. I've basically checked them all."

"There are a few marks in red pen. Please check the correspondence between the dates and file numbers, and report them directly to the section chief tomorrow morning."

Kiryu Yaya lowered his head and flipped through two pages, his gaze quickly sweeping over several red pen annotations.

Chihaya Yuri is always efficient and her notes are clear and concise, so he hardly needs to confirm anything else.

"Senior—is everything all packed up?"

He looked up, a hint of surprise in his voice: "Didn't we agree that I'd do it when I got back?"

As Chihaya Yuri was screwing the pen cap back on, she didn't stop what she was doing. She simply said, "I've done part of it. You can finish the rest when you get back. It won't conflict."

"Besides, by the time you get back and finish all this before taking me home, it will be too late after get off work."

Kiryu Yaya glanced at her for two seconds, knowing that Chihaya Yuri was being considerate of him, and didn't say anything more.

He simply took the index to his face, picked up the pen on the table, and began to check it line by line.

Kiryu Yaya bent down and checked each of the places marked in red pen one by one. After confirming that the dates and file numbers matched, he tidied up the index table and placed it on the corner of the table.

"Senior, everything has been confirmed."

Chihaya Yuri was tidying up her desk with her head down, and she didn't look up when she heard this: "That's fine then, just report it to the section chief tomorrow."

She put the pen back in the pen holder, then closed her bag and stood up, using the edge of the table for support. Kiryu Yaya casually handed her his cane.

"I'll take you back."

Chihaya Yuri took the cane, glanced at him, and said without hesitation, "Then I'll trouble you."

The two walked out of the financing review room one after the other.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor turned on one by one, and then turned off one by one behind them.

Kiryu Yaya carried Chihaya Yuri down to the first basement level without even breaking a sweat.

Chihaya Yuri glanced at him and asked with concern, "Are you tired today? You've been to quite a few places. You signed up for driving school, then came back to work overtime. You still have to ride your motorcycle back later."

Kiryu Yaya smiled and said, "It's alright, not too tiring."

Chihaya Yuri smiled and said, "You certainly have good stamina."

We've arrived at the basement level.

Kiryu Yaya walked to the dark blue Toyota, opened the door, and waited for Chihaya Yuri to get in. He then took the cane and sat in the passenger seat.

The car smoothly drove out of the underground parking lot and merged into Midosuji in the night.

The car was quiet for about a minute.

"Kiryu-kun, tomorrow morning—still 7:30?"

Kiryu Yaya turned his head and glanced at her.

"Okay, I'll come pick you up at 7:30."

Chihaya Yuri nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Kiryu-kun, won't Mina-chan be angry if she finds out you're taking such good care of me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the carriage seemed to freeze.

Kiryu Yaya glanced at Chihaya Yuri with a puzzled look, thinking to himself, "No, when did Section Chief Chihaya learn this kind of 'tea talk'?"

He remembered that Chihaya Yuri had lunch with Kishigami Wakako at noon today.

When he walked into the office, he sensed that something was off.

Both women were consciously or unconsciously avoiding his gaze.

Now that I see it, I understand.

It turns out that it was Wakako Kishigami who was teaching Yuri Chihaya the Burning Technique at that time.

Leaving aside Chihaya Yuri's assertion of sovereignty over Yayoi Mina in the evening, let's just talk about that tea talk from earlier.

Based on Kiryu Yaya's understanding of Chihaya Yuri, he knew that these were things she couldn't have come up with on her own.

The shore is tied to the line.

Give me back Chihaya, the head of the department, who is as pure as snow.

But how should one respond to this question?

Kiryu Yaya paused for two seconds before speaking, his tone unusually candid: "Minami-san is a very good girl. She's thoughtful, diligent, and kind to those around her. I don't want to hurt her."

Chihaya Yuri didn't respond, but her reaction clearly showed that she was a little nervous.

"But senior—"

'

Kiryu Yaya turned his head, looked at her slightly lowered eyes, and slowly said, "I'm not the kind of person who would pretend not to see another person's feelings just to avoid hurting them."

"I'm not really good at handling complicated relationships, but there's one thing I've always done very well: I always remember those who are good to me."

"My senior colleague has been mentoring me since my first day at the company."

"Although my seniors can be strict at times, I know it's all for my own good."

"I was almost late for the previous meeting, and what my senior said—'almost' and 'already'—has stayed with me ever since."

"Now, I prepare for meetings at least 30 minutes in advance."

"In the Fuji Metals case, although I discovered President Nomura's suspicious points..."

"But if my senior hadn't put my name on the form, I might still be just an unknown newcomer in the financing review department."

"Back when I was at Higashi-Osaka Seiko, Section Chief Miki pointed at me during a meeting and said that newcomers didn't know the rules," and it was my senior colleague who slammed his fist on the table to speak up for me.

"It wasn't until that moment that I felt a sense of belonging in the bank."

Chihaya Yuri lowered her head, her voice slightly unsteady: "Why are you memorizing all this—"

Faced with Kiryu Yaya's open heart, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed when she thought of his extremely narrow-minded words.

Wakako, look what you've done.

Kiryu Yaya noticed the change in Chihaya Yuri's emotions and decided to press his advantage.

He tried to bring tears to his eyes, then said in a choked voice, "My parents passed away too early, and for a long time, I felt like I was living alone."

"Whether it's getting into the University of Tokyo or joining Mitsubishi Bank, all decisions are made by one person."

"But after I entered the financing review class and met the seniors, I finally felt that someone would stop me before I made a mistake and advise me to slow down when I went too far."

"My senior's presence is more than just a boss to me —"

Upon hearing this, Chihaya Yuri's heart skipped a beat. She looked at the earnest Kiryu Yaya and asked softly, "If it's not my boss—then what is it?"

Kiryu Yaya gazed into her eyes: "To me, Section Chief Chihaya is my only family in this world, like an older sister and a mother."

Hearing this, Chihaya Yuri blushed slightly, then turned her head away and said, "What mother—am I that old?"

Kiryu Yaya quickly said, "Senior, please don't misunderstand. I was just emphasizing how important you are to me, I didn't mean anything else—"

Chihaya Yuri nodded gently: "Mm—I understand—"

As she spoke, she thought about her behavior today, and her face flushed with embarrassment: "Um—Kiryu-kun, do you think—I was acting a little strange today?"

"no."

Kiryu Yaya shook his head: "I just feel that the way you said those things today, senpai, was being honest about our relationship."

Chihaya Yuri breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm relieved that you think that way."

Seeing the change in Chihaya Yuri's attitude, Kiryu Yaya breathed a sigh of relief.

The carriage fell silent again.

But this silence was different from before; it contained a tacit understanding between the two of them.

The car came to a stop downstairs at Linchuanju.

As usual, Kiryu Yaya got out of the car first, walked around to the driver's side, opened the car door for Chihaya Yuri, and handed her her cane.

Then he helped her into the elevator, escorted her to her apartment door, and said, "Senior, get some rest and don't think about work anymore."

Chihaya Yuri jumped into the room, stood still, looked up at him, and smiled gently, a rare hint of tenderness on her lips: "Okay, you should go back early too, and don't ride too fast."

"Yes, thank you for your concern, senior."

Kiryu Yaya stood at the door, waiting for it to close gently before turning and walking towards the elevator.

I walked out of the apartment.

He stepped onto his long-lost motorcycle and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's best to avoid experiencing chaotic situations like those in a "shura field" (a metaphor for intense, chaotic situations).

Otherwise, if you use your brain cells like this every day, you'll probably live more than ten years shorter.

Just now in the car, Kiryu Yaya glanced at the time and it was only 8:20.

It's still a bit too early to go back to the apartment now.

He thought for a moment, started the motorcycle engine, and drove towards Beixindi.

Kiryu Yaya is planning to explore the underground venue of the East Association on his own.

Regarding Watanabe Fiber's transformation, although the other party has not yet agreed, he already has some ideas in mind.

Maybe I can take this opportunity to make a fortune.