Tokyo 1970: I'll draw Doraemon?

Fushimikawa was somewhat surprised: "You know me?"

"Miss Maki has a photo of you in her bedroom and told me about your identity. Please come in."

She and Senko made way for each other and invited Fushimikawa inside.

Fujiwara Maki shivered, probably because she felt cold from the cold wind.

Holding her tightly by the waist, Fushimikawa hurriedly walked towards the Fujiwara family's living room.

"Aunt Matsumoto, what are you doing? Why are you letting him in!" Seeing her sister nestled against Fushimi River, Chiko stomped her little shoes in frustration. "Take your sister away and let him go back!"

“That won’t do,” Matsumoto blinked, bent down and whispered to Fujiwara Chiko, “Ms. Maki wouldn’t want me to do that.”

"Ah!" Fujiwara Chiko's pupils dilated in shock. "My sister..."

……

Ms. Matsumoto took Maki Fujiwara to take a bath.

In Fujiwara Maki's bedroom, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom next door, Fushimikawa felt the little girl's sullen gaze.

You have to do everything you can to be good to my sister!

“Of course,” Fushimikawa replied, “she is my most…”

Remembering Megumi Asano, he continued, "One of my best friends."

Qianzi wrinkled her nose, not very satisfied with the word "one of".

With her long, slightly wavy hair twirling around her head, the young woman sighed.

"There's nothing we can do, it's just what my sister did..."

Looking at Fushimi Kawa's face, she muttered, "How could such a nice older sister like you?"

Fushimikawa and Fujiwara Maki liked each other and had kissed more than once or twice. He didn't object, but simply raised his face so that Fujiwara Chiko could see his magnificent face clearly.

"Not bad...not bad..." Chiko blushed.

"Forget it!" she said, sitting up in despair. "I don't care anymore."

She stomped her feet, making a series of noises, as she walked out of the room.

Not long after, the bathroom door opened.

Ms. Matsumoto remained dignified. She didn't pant, as if she had just gone to look in the mirror and hadn't changed at all.

Fushimikawa was puzzled, knowing that taking care of a drunk person was extremely difficult.

He was exhausted from taking Fujiwara Maki home all the way. How could Ms. Matsumoto, who is middle-aged, be so relaxed?

Where is Miss Senko?

Fushimikawa pointed outside the door.

“This child…” Ms. Matsumoto shook her head slightly, “I’ll go check on her.”

"you busy."

With the bedroom door closed, only Fushimikawa remained in Fujiwara Maki's bedroom.

He stood up and walked around, immediately going to Fujiwara Maki's bedside.

On the bedside table, he saw the photo that Ms. Matsumoto had mentioned.

That was back in August, at the Mirai Company awards ceremony, a photo of him with Maki Fujiwara presenting him with an award.

"Why are you laughing so happily? I didn't even notice."

In the photo, Maki Fujiwara has a gentle smile and charming dimples.

When did she frame this group photo?

After putting down the photo, Fushimikawa paced around the bedroom and unknowingly arrived at the bathroom door.

"Is it not ready yet?" he muttered.

The next moment, someone emerged from the mist.

At first, her legs were slender, but they were covered by the bathrobe only up to her thighs.

As you go up, although it's not as expansive as Asano Megumi's, your bathrobe still billows out.

Maki Fujiwara fiddled with her hair with one hand and dried it with a towel with the other.

She kept her eyes closed to avoid getting her hair stuck in them.

"You just came out like that?"

After admiring it for a while, Fushimikawa asked a question.

Fujiwara Maki quickly opened her eyes: "Why are you at the door!"

Her whole body turned red instantly—red arms, red legs, red ears, and red cheeks.

I'm really worried she'll faint.

"Matsumoto-auntie didn't put any change of clothes in the laundry room..."

……

"Ah!"

In the room next door, in Fujiwara Chiko's room, Matsumoto, who was telling a story to a little girl, sneezed.

Who's talking about me?

She shook her head and continued to coax Chiko to sleep.

……

After leaving the bathroom, Fujiwara Maki, though embarrassed, didn't change her clothes. Wrapped in a bath towel, she said to Fushimikawa, "You...you should take a shower too. You must feel uncomfortable smelling of alcohol."

It's 10 o'clock now, and it's not convenient to go home.

Fushimikawa did not refuse and went directly into the bathroom in Fujiwara Maki's bedroom.

In the laundry basket, he saw the clothes that Maki Fujiwara had changed out of.

Plain color, looks very pure.

He took off his clothes and put them in another laundry basket. Further inside was a bathtub that was empty.

After quickly washing his body, brushing his teeth and washing his face, he got into the bathtub and let out a long sigh.

"I'm finally going to..."

……

Less than 20 minutes later, Fujiwara Maki heard the doorknob click, so she quickly turned her body to the side, showing Fushimikawa her back.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Fushimikawa noticed that the lights in the room had dimmed.

Only the bedside lamp beside Maki Fujiwara's bed emitted a faint light.

In this warm light, Fushimikawa could see Fujiwara Maki, still wearing a bathrobe and with bright red earrings.

Beneath that bathrobe, her delicate body must be warm, trembling at the slightest touch.

Fushimi walked over, sat down next to Fujiwara Maki, and put his arm around her shoulder. Just as he was about to say something, she suddenly stood up and pushed him onto the bed.

"When you took leave last time, you went home with Asano Megumi, right?"

Staring wide-eyed, straddling Fushimi River, Fujiwara Maki angrily questioned.

Chapter 121 Award

"What does this have to do with Asano?"

Looking up at Fujiwara Maki straddling him, Fushimikawa asked, puzzled.

In the dim light, her loose hair cast shadows on her face as Fujiwara Maki gritted her teeth.

"I really don't understand you. Are you just slow to react, or do you want to..."

She bent down, and Fushimi saw her embarrassed and annoyed expression. For the first time, her delicate features showed helplessness. Her brows were furrowed, but she was still cute.

Fushimikawa raised his hand and smoothed her brow.

"I have always loved Fujiwara-san and I hope you can be happy, so please don't make that face. It makes me sad."

Fujiwara Maki's heart skipped a beat; this was the confession she had been waiting for for so long.

When she was with the person in front of her who had achieved his dream, Fujiwara Maki felt very comfortable and at ease. She wanted to keep talking to him about manga and the future.

Occasionally, when she thinks about how her life intersected with his, then gradually drifted apart, and that they would never cross paths again, Fujiwara Maki feels sad and lost.

This must be what unrequited love is like.

Fortunately, their relationship grew closer.

Hugs, holding hands, and even kisses have become commonplace.

Although they didn't confess their feelings, they were already in a tacitly agreed boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

If things continue to develop this way, confessing feelings, dating, getting married... will all happen naturally.

But the meddling of Asano Megumi forced Fujiwara Maki to...

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, Maki, at the welcome party three years ago, which is why I joined the manga club. As we spend time together, this feeling has only grown stronger."

"Maki, you are beautiful, intelligent, goal-oriented, kind, and always considerate of others. It seems that all the best adjectives can be used to describe you. I am really, really happy to have your approval. I am even happier than when the serialization was going on."

"In the future, as long as I think about today, there will be nothing that I will be afraid of or envious of."

His tone was gentle, and his expression sincere, as if his words came from the bottom of his heart.

Fujiwara Maki looked into his eyes and saw only clarity and purity.

This confession is not false.

Maki Fujiwara was very happy.

"I……"

Feeling the erection beneath her, Fujiwara Maki blushed.