The night in Tokyo is bright, and the chaotic lights on the roadside fall on the duo.

The cold night breeze whined in my ears, and the sound of the bicycle "creaking" was scattered in the wind.

Asuka gently rested her cheek against Hayabusa Kimura's broad back, wrapping her in the black coat that Hayabusa Kimura had given her.

The bleakness and coldness of winter seem to be blocked out.

Hayabusa Kimura rode his bicycle in the direction of the rental house, and the bangs on his forehead were blown open, and a slight coolness hit his forehead.

I didn't expect this bike to be useful.

Hayabusa Kimura bought the bicycle when he was working part-time to deliver meals to an izakaya, and at that time there was an incubator in the back seat.

Later, after I stopped working there, the incubator in the back seat was removed, and the bicycle was parked downstairs in the rental house.

Who would have thought that as a time-traveler, you would have to work so many jobs in Tokyo to make ends meet.

"Smoked." Hayabusa Kimura said suddenly.

"Huh?"

Tomorrow turned his head and looked at the side of his boyfriend's face.

"Is it cold?"

"It's not cold."

Tomorrow shook his head, his chin resting on his back.

"It could be a little warmer, though."

"What?" Hayabusa Kimura wondered.

Tomorrow's arms are outstretched and wrapped around Hayabusa Kimura's waist.

"It's all a little warmer."

The corners of Tomorrow's mouth were raised, his eyes closed, and his body was pressed against Hayaya Kimura's back.

Hayabusa-chan's back is strong, but it's not a skinny backbone, but a tough one full of muscles.

Hayabusa-chan, who has been working hard and going to school, must have suffered a lot.

Feeling the tenderness of the girl and the temperature from her waist, it was like a hot current pouring into Hayabusa Kimura's heart.

"If I don't come to pick up the smoke, Miss Amamiya should drive the nanny car to send the smoke back, and it will be very warm in the car."

Hayabusa Kimura's voice reached Asuki's ears.

"Then I won't be able to hold Hayabusa-chan, wouldn't it be a pity."

"I always feel a little sorry for the smoke, but it can be smoked ......"

"Hayabusa-chan, I can hear your heartbeat."

Asuka opened his eyes, his ears pressed against Hayaya Kimura's back.

Kimura Hayabusa's body stiffened, and the girl's arm around her waist became even harder.

"Nao Amamiya was a good artist friend when I debuted, and she said that when a man gets tired of it, he will kick his lover away, will Hayabusa-chan be?"

"No, it won't." Hayabusa Kimura didn't hesitate in the slightest.

"Huh? But Hayabusa-chan's heart is beating fast, is she lying? ”

"If my heart doesn't beat so fast with smoke, it's only a possibility." Hayabusa Kimura pedaled his bike too hard over a small slope.

"What is possible?"

"I'm gone."

Hayabusa Kimura said calmly, and the bike rushed down the small slope.

The sound of whimpering wind hangs in my ears.

Tomorrow craned his head, and his clear eyes looked at Kimura's figure in a daze.

"We'll buy a car later." Hayaya Kimura said.

"Okay."

"I'll drive to pick up the smoke when the time comes."

"Hmm."

"It could be a long time."

"I'll wait for you."

Asuka's eyes curled up like crescent moons, and his cheeks were gently buried in Kimura's clothes.

The refreshing breath of the sun seemed to surround her.

"Hayabusa-chan, the bike is actually pretty good."

"Huh?"

………………

Back at the rental house, it was already twilight.

"Didn't Hayabusa-chan eat the bento I made?"

Tomorrow Smoke looked at the lunch box in the refrigerator and said angrily.

"Huh? Rushed out to pick up the smoke and forgot. Hayabusa Kimura scratched his face with his fingers.

"Have a good dinner." Tomorrow said with a serious expression.

"Hey!"

Hayata Kimura took the bento and heated it in the microwave for a while, and then ate it all under the watchful eye of Tomorrow.

Tomorrow smoke is satisfied.

I don't know why, but I always feel that with tomorrow's smoke, dinner has become a lot more fragrant.

After dinner, Hayaya Kimura took out the script in his backpack and spread it out on the computer desk.

Turning on the computer, Hayabusa Kimura began to revise the comments made by the five members of the photography team.

Before he could revise it for a while, Tomorrow Smoke sat next to him with a chair.

"What is Hayabusa-chan doing?"

"Revise the script." Hayabusa Kimura tapped on the keyboard, "The members in charge of photography have made some good suggestions, and I haven't forgotten to revise them all." ”

Asuka nodded, spread a piece of drawing paper in the corner of the computer desk, and gestured at Hayata Kimura with a pencil in his hand.

"What is Smoked doing?"

"Draw!" Tomorrow smoked his mouth slightly, lowered his head and began to sketch on the drawing paper, "Hayabusa-chan don't worry, Hayabusa-chan won't disturb Hayabusa-chan." ”

I always feel like I've heard this sentence somewhere.

The corners of Kimura's mouth twitched, but if it was just drawing, it shouldn't matter.

simply didn't say anything more and continued to concentrate on revising the script.

In his plan, the shooting of tonight and the world からこの love が消えても probably started in the last two days.

The sooner you plan to shoot, the better, after all, it's your first time shooting, and there will definitely be some miscellaneous problems during the period.

Maybe the current script has also changed due to the actual situation, and the run-in between the crew members is also a problem.

If nothing else, the work was filmed before the end of the month, and the editing was handed over to Yui Koike.

Incidentally......

I also have to trouble Mr. Yui Koike to help put the work into the competition unit of the T Station Film Festival.

After all, I want to make the complete movie of "Tonight、The World からこの爱が消えても".,I just hope that someone will take a fancy to this script by then.。

Just as Hayabusa Kimura's thoughts were fluttering in his mind, a thin sound came from his arms.

Looking down, I saw a pair of snow-white delicate feet quietly stretched into his arms.

Hayabusa Kimura raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Asuki who was drawing with his head bowed to the side.

As if noticing Hayabusa Kimura's gaze, Tomorrow's delicate little face was raised, and the corners of his ruddy mouth were sweet with a smile.

"Hayabusa-chan, your feet are cold."

The fair-skinned and smooth little feet shook gently in his arms, and the delicate toes hooked Hayabusa Kimura's shirt and got in.

"Sss

The cold and soft touch came, and Hayaya Kimura couldn't help but gasp.

He reached out and grabbed the tender foot in his arms and squeezed it hard.

"Don't move."

"Oh......" Tomorrow smoked his mouth and pouted, his eyelashes half drooping.

Ready to take back the snow-white little feet.

Only to find that Kimura's too wide palm grabbed his cold little feet and put them into his clothes, and a warm feeling came.

"Are you feeling better?" Hayabusa Kimura asked.

"Hmm."

A touch of crimson crept up Tomorrow's cheeks, and the fingers holding the pencil unconsciously strained.

The cold light of the living room illuminates the living room, and the sound of keyboard tapping and the "rustle" of brushes sliding over the paper echoes in the living room.

Kimura's two hands that had been placed on the keyboard became one, and the other was holding the cold and smooth feet in his arms.

It's so soft.