Tokyo Yandere Girlfriend

Chapter 46

On the dojo floor, the girl was half-hanging onto Shiratori Kiyoya, clutching him tightly with both arms like a koala.

If not for the thick protective gear and kendo uniforms separating them, their movements would have looked quite suggestive—but even now, it wasn't much better.

Shiratori Kiyoya listened to the murmurs around him, gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and looked down.

"What exactly are you trying to do, Saori?"

"Mm..."

The girl in his arms hummed softly but showed no sign of loosening her grip.

After speaking, Shiratori Kiyoya suddenly raised his head and stared at Fujiyama Takao.

Although the latter couldn't see his eyes, he could feel the sharp intensity and hurriedly blew the whistle, raising the red flag.

"White side fouled, red side wins."

Hearing Fujiyama's whistle, Shiratori Kiyoya looked down at Hasegawa Saori and urged, "Let go quickly, Saori. If you keep this up, I'm really going to get mad."

"Oh."

That obviously still worked. Hasegawa Saori pressed her lips together, tightened her hold on the boy's shoulders once more, then reluctantly released him.

Seeing this, Shiratori Kiyoya breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and began walking off the floor. He murmured, "Let's go talk in the resting room."

Hasegawa Saori said nothing but clutched the corner of his clothing with her gloved hand, quietly following behind.

As they walked off the floor, Shiratori Kiyoya vaguely heard the scattered whispers of others, but he didn't care.

Gossip like this, as long as he ignored it, would eventually die down like a headless fly since he hardly mingled with them anyway.

However, just as they neared the resting room, Shiratori Kiyoya suddenly felt a chill on his back and unconsciously stopped.

Turning around, he saw Takahashi Mio sitting quietly in the corner.

The two of them locked eyes through the air and protective gear for two seconds.

Suddenly, Takahashi Mio lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and gave him a gentle smile.

Tsk.

That was the last thing he wanted to see.

If Takahashi Mio had scowled just then, it would have been easier to explain. But now, with that sly smile, who knew what she was really thinking?

Unpredictable things like this were always annoying.

Shiratori Kiyoya signaled to her that he'd talk later, then led Hasegawa Saori into the resting room.

'Click.'

Closing the door, the noise outside immediately quieted down.

Leaning against the door, Shiratori Kiyoya exhaled, took off his helmet, and furrowed his brows.

His mind was racing with a thousand questions as he prepared to gather his thoughts and ask Saori what was really going on.

Suddenly, the faint 'pat' of a bamboo sword dropping came from beside him.

Turning his head, he saw Hasegawa Saori sitting on the floor, having somehow removed her helmet and headband.

Her bamboo sword was lying next to her.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, catching the white glow of the fluorescent lights, sparkling faintly like snowflakes with a hint of chill.

She sat like a duck, hands resting on her lap, her pale, slender neck slightly raised as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Shiratori Kiyoya's gaze involuntarily lingered on the perfect curve of her neck, recalling that jade-like nape...

He quickly closed his eyes, shook his head, calmed himself, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"Mm..."

Saori pressed her thin red lips together, hesitated, then scrunched her nose and said plaintively, "Saori's legs went weak. I can't stand up..."

"?"

Hearing this, Shiratori Kiyoya twitched his eyelids, nearly laughing at her. He didn't know how to respond.

Didn't she know what kind of athletic talent she had? Did she think he didn't?

Had she done such strenuous exercise just now that she couldn't stand?

When she had kicked off the pedals of her bike before, she never got weak legs.

Rubbing his forehead, Shiratori Kiyoya took a deep breath and asked sternly, "Get up quickly. I still have things to ask you."

Hearing this, Hasegawa Saori's dark shiny eyes flicked, and her lips drooped in disappointment.

"Saori can't get up. Kiyoya has to rub them..."

"When Saori was tired from competitions before, Kiyoya always gave her massages. Now you don't want to anymore..."

The girl lifted her face, her clear eyes glistening with tears, looking like she'd been terribly wronged and was about to cry.

Looking into Saori's pure eyes, Shiratori Kiyoya suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

What was all this old nonsense?

Indeed, he had done a lot for Saori's training before.

Not only diet and exercise but also post-workout recovery and relaxation.

Every day after training, he would massage her muscles and help her with mental counseling...

Of course, the counseling part could be skipped; making her happy was easy—just take her out for a nice meal.

But now, not to mention that they had broken up over three years ago and he had no obligation, she wasn't even training that hard.

Since when had she gotten so fragile? Had she become a porcelain doll after half a year apart?

Seeing her insist, Shiratori Kiyoya stopped forcing her to stand. Sitting was fine to talk.

Feeling a bit stuffy, sweat soaking through, he removed his protective gear, loosened his collar, and immediately felt much cooler.

He sat cross-legged in front of Saori.

After half a year, seeing Hasegawa Saori again, her delicate fair face and snow-white pure eyes...

He couldn't say he wasn't moved.

Old memories stirred, wanting to ask how university was going, how her kendo progress was, how far she was from becoming nationally famous...

But now was not the time for nostalgia. He needed to put aside his feelings and get straight to the point.

Gathering his thoughts, Shiratori Kiyoya narrowed his eyes and said, "I have a few questions for you. If you answer well, I'll treat you to a meal. How about that?"

Hearing this, Hasegawa Saori's eyes brightened for a moment, she swallowed nervously, and obediently nodded.

This trick still worked.

The expression on the girl's face sank deep into his heart. That familiar feeling returned, and Shiratori Kiyoya relaxed noticeably, smiling softly.

"I remember you applied to Kyoto University, didn't you? Why are you at C University now?"

"Mm..."

Saori bit her lip, furrowed her slender eyebrows, looking like she faced a big problem.

She hesitated for a long time before squeezing out, "Kiyoya, are you unhappy to see Saori?"

"..."

Is this one of those read-and-ignored replies?

Not sure if it was his imagination, but Shiratori Kiyoya felt she wasn't as innocent as before.

Thinking it over, he followed her lead and asked, "Of course I'm happy, but I also want to know how your university life has been. That's why I'm a bit confused. Weren't you supposed to be in Kyoto?"

"Oh."

The girl seemed persuaded by his words. She shifted her round hips and looked him in the eye seriously.

"Wherever Kiyoya is, Saori will be there too."

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