Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 333 - 255 Tokyo University May Festival (1)

Chapter 333: Chapter 255 Tokyo University May Festival (1)

At night, the curtain fabric sways gently by the window.

Occasionally, bits of moonlight sneak through the crevices of the window corner.

"Sakura, what happened to Sanshiro later?"

Uesugi Sakura looked at Hanamaru Hanabi lying on the bed beside him, her head resting on the belly of a shark plush toy.

Her hair lay quietly in front of him, just a reach away.

Under the spilled bright silver moonlight, she was incredibly beautiful.

He continued to speak:

"The story ended abruptly; Mr. Natsume didn’t write about Sanshiro’s future, only his desolate murmurs after losing Miyako.

"Just as Risaki Miyako, whom he admired, said: ’The lost sheep is still wandering the road.’"

Uesugi Sakura twirled her hair with his fingers, gazing at it, as her body always carried a calming fragrance.

"The story isn’t anyone’s fault; Miyako had her own pursuits and needs, and Sanshiro’s background and environment dictated his insights and character. He had only intense emotions but not enough strength to match them, nor the talent and knowledge of someone like Nonomiya, the Tokyo University professor.

"Miyako had some affection for Sanshiro too, but it never turned into reckless love. Without Nonomiya’s response, she could only let things be and seek elsewhere."

Uesugi Sakura thought of Sanshiro’s wandering in emotions and couldn’t help but recall his former self:

"Hanabi, if I hadn’t confessed to you back then, would you still have longed for me?"

Hanamaru Hanabi held her hand in front, lying quietly on the white belly of the shark plush toy, "Hanabi... would strive to encourage herself, to confess to Sakura once... if Sakura refused...

"Even Hanabi wouldn’t know what to do...."

Her beautiful appearance left Uesugi Sakura in a daze, constantly reminding himself that she was right beside him, right in front of him.

He feared this life was just a dream made by his previous self due to too much loneliness.

Afraid of opening his eyes to find an empty ceiling, turning his head to a pile of finished takeout plastic boxes.

A bit sentimental again.

Uesugi Sakura leaned forward to hold Hanamaru Hanabi’s small hand, saying to her:

"Let’s sleep, you’ll be on stage tomorrow, and I’m really looking forward to seeing Hanabi singing hard."

Hanamaru Hanabi supported herself on the bed, moving her body closer to him.

"What’s wrong?"

"Sakura... can I sleep in your arms...?"

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll do bad things?"

"No, it’s okay..."

"Then I’ll hold you."

"Okay....."

Uesugi Sakura reached out his hand to wrap around her petite back and embraced her soft shoulders.

Hanamaru Hanabi curled her hands on his chest, resting her head on his extended arm, bowing slightly inward.

The moonlight filtered through the soft curtains swayed in the breeze, and the girl’s gentle hair, the small hands curled in his embrace, and the clear and exquisite side face under the dim night made Uesugi Sakura, who held her, feel warm and enamored.

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"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura, Sakura..."

Hanamaru Hanabi tilted her head, staring blankly, mechanically sitting in front of the mirror, continuously eating the chocolate she made for him for Tanabata Festival.

Her teeth made a continuous and harsh grinding sound, her pupils contracted sharply, and she kept asking her cute face in the mirror:

"Sakura likes Hanabi, right? Sakura likes Hanabi, right? Hanabi made chocolate for Sakura, Sakura can’t be without Hanabi by his side, right?"

The eerie, timid voice lingered endlessly in the pink room.

With a plop, the chocolate scattered all over the ground; she suddenly hugged herself, her whole body curling up pathologically, staring at the dark corner under the cabinet and murmuring:

"Why did Sakura accept someone else’s chocolate? Sakura already has Hanabi, isn’t that enough? Hanabi is so cute, Hanabi is so beautiful, Sakura having Hanabi alone is already completely sufficient.

"Hanabi belongs only to Sakura, Sakura... can’t do without Hanabi."

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"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura..."

The weak voice calling his name grows louder, and only when he opened his eyes slowly did he see a dazzling white light.

"Sakura, it’s time to get up," Hanamaru Hanabi called cautiously.

"Is it morning...?" Uesugi Sakura struggled to open his eyes, feeling his head slightly swollen from sleep.

"Yes," Hanamaru Hanabi nodded, feeling the breath from his face, "Mom just came to call us once, and I wanted to get up first, but Sakura was holding me so tightly..."

Only then did Uesugi Sakura realize he was holding her, her stomach pressed against him, the top part soft even through the clothes.

The girl’s body was as soft and sweet as her personality.

Perhaps deep down she’s a Yandere?

Uesugi Sakura shook off the thought, maybe the strange dream last night was because he’d been dreaming of that bad Hanabi these past few days.

He even had reasons to suspect that if he were in front of that Hanabi, she’d mercilessly confine him, tie him up, not let him go anywhere, every day feeding him carefully prepared meals with a face of deep attachment, talking to herself about how infatuated she was with Sakura, occasionally helping him with certain needs.

This kind of controlling desire... is terrifying.

"Sakura... what’s on your mind?" Hanamaru Hanabi’s adorable face gleamed.

"Nothing," Uesugi Sakura said, relaxing his embrace on her, "I held you so tightly last night... Wasn’t it uncomfortable?"

He didn’t care about the dream; it was just a dream.

"No." Hanamaru Hanabi blushed slightly in front of him.

Her face, as long as a little blush crept up, would show a unique shyness of a girl. Uesugi Sakura leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, giving her a morning kiss.