Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend

Chapter 72 Illness

……

After finishing their shift at the café, the two walked together back to their apartment.

Tsukimi Sakuna talked about the meals she was preparing for tomorrow.

"Miyazawa-kun, I've prepared grilled fish and tofu miso soup for breakfast tomorrow, and I also have some leftover rice from today, which I'm planning to make into seaweed rice balls. Is that alright?"

"I'm fine with anything Tsukimi made."

Miyazawa Itsuki replied as a matter of course.

Given their current understanding, such words are no longer easily misunderstood.

Tsukimi Sakuna understood that this was Miyazawa Itsuki's recognition of her skills. There was no other meaning behind it.

However, there was something strange about the boy's voice.

Tsukimi Sakuna's eyes revealed worry:

"Miyazawa-kun, your voice sounds a little hoarse. Did you catch a cold?"

"Is there?"

Miyazawa Itsuki paused for a moment, then looked closely and realized that there seemed to be a slight resemblance.

"It's nothing serious, I'll just take some medicine when I get home."

It was probably because it got wet and was blown by the wind all the way.

I was caught in the rain a few days ago, but I can ignore it for now because I'm young.

Today, this happened again, making matters worse and putting a strain on the immune system.

Miyazawa Itsuki remembered that there should still be some pills left in the first-aid kit in the rented room.

Tsukimi Sakuna reminded him with concern:

"Remember to sleep warmly."

"I will, thank you."

After a normal conversation, the two returned to the apartment.

They said goodbye at their respective doors.

See you tomorrow, Miyazawa-kun.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Under Tsukimi Sakura's gentle gaze, Miyazawa Itsuki returned to his room.

I rummaged through the dresser and found some pills that I had stockpiled long ago, then swallowed them with water.

I glanced at the expiration date and realized it was nearing its expiration date.

When I bought my usual medicines online, I was only looking for discounts and didn't pay much attention to the expiration date.

However, there shouldn't be any problems.

Miyazawa Itsuki silently farmed experience points in the room for a while until his biological clock slept, and then he finally rested.

……

The next day, morning.

My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and my mind was foggy.

Miyazawa Itsuki habitually forced himself to wake up, and as soon as he got up, he felt a strong sense of weakness.

"Oh no... no way."

He sighed weakly, the pain in his throat making him acutely aware of a fact.

I caught a cold.

Even the near-expiration pills couldn't save the body from being repeatedly exposed to wind and rain.

He barely managed to move to the sink, and looking in the mirror, Miyazawa saw a weak face.

"..."

How long has it been since my last cold?

It seems like it was when I was in the first year of middle school.

The familiar feeling of illness stirred up some memories.

At that time, relying on the advantages of my past life, I recklessly jumped into the water to retrieve the gift I had given to the child.

After being soaked in sweat, he developed a high fever the next day.

The girl refused to go to school and stayed home to take care of him all day.

Although the child didn't actually know how to take care of people, the way he tried so hard to learn was still endearing.

Miyazawa Itsuki tucked the thermometer under his armpit after washing up.

After I tidied my schoolbag, I took it out and looked at it.

39.5 degrees.

My immune system is really overactive.

Should I take leave in this situation?

Miyazawa Itsuki remained silent for a while.

If it were a regular high school student, they would probably inform their parents of the situation, contact the school, and then rest at home with peace of mind.

There will be people who are understanding, caring, and protective.

But he had no one to confide in, and even when he was sick, no one cared.

"Since things have come to this, let's go out."

Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head, straightened his uniform and tie, and changed into his running shoes.

As I left the entrance hall, a beautiful young woman was waiting outside the door.

Tsukimi Sakuna, dressed in her uniform, stood quietly in the corridor.

Hearing the sound of the Miyazawa family's door opening, she turned around.

Her gentle smile froze as soon as it bloomed.

"Huh...?"

The girl's eyes widened slightly.

"Miyazawa-kun... are you sick?"

Miyazawa Itsuki coughed.

Is it really that obvious?

"I'm just feeling a little unwell."

Her Highness's beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

"Miyazawa-kun doesn't seem to be just feeling unwell. Has he had his temperature taken?"

"...Measured."

"Could you tell me the temperature measured by the thermometer?"

Miyazawa Itsuki hesitated for a moment.

Seeing the worried look in the beautiful girl's eyes, he finally told her the truth.

"Thirty-nine degrees, a little over."

Tsukimi Sakura's breath hitched for a moment.

"This is already in the range of a high fever."

"...I guess so."

Tsukimi Sakuna looked at Miyazawa Itsuki, who was still wearing his school uniform, and a troubled look appeared in her eyes.

"Miyazawa-kun is in this state, are you still planning to go to school?"

"Well... I'm thinking it wouldn't be good to skip work, and if I'm worried about infecting my classmates, I'll make sure to wear my mask properly."

"That's not the reason."

The Holy Maiden looked serious.

"When you're sick, you should rest properly. How can you force yourself?"

"Even if Miyazawa-kun doesn't care, if his health collapses, there will still be people who worry about him."

Miyazawa Itsuki was taken aback.

The girl's eyes reflected worry.

……is that so.

Besides Shiori, are there other people who are worried about him?

As for his younger sister, Miyazawa Itsuki always reported good news and never bad.

No matter what storms or hardships you face, if you can weather them yourself, then you will.

Try to avoid situations where Shiori worries about him.

Therefore, receiving care and concern from others in person is something that happened a long time ago.

"I hope Miyazawa-kun can rest well at home."

Tsukimi Sakura said earnestly.

"I'll ask the teachers for leave for Miyazawa-kun at school."

"No...actually..."

Miyazawa Itsuki wanted to say that even if it was a leave of absence...

You can contact Asahina Oomi yourself and ask her to pass on the message to the homeroom teacher, so you don't have to bother Tsukimi Sakuna, who is in another class.

But before he could say no, the girl asked him a crucial question.

"Has Miyazawa-kun taken any cold medicine?"

"...I ate it last night, but it doesn't seem to have helped much."

Tsukimi Sakura gave a cute "Mmm".

"I'm going to get some of the medicines that Miyazawa-kun keeps at home. Please wait here for me a moment."

Watching the Saintess's retreating figure, Miyazawa Itsuki remained silent for a moment.

The fact that the door wasn't even closed suggests a subtle sense of trust.

In just one minute, the girl came out of her house.

In his hand was a small bag of medicines. There were all sorts of them.

"This is fever reducer, this is cough suppressant, and these are fever patches and ice packs..."

Miyazawa Itsuki looked at the girl.

Tsukimi Sakura looked so focused on introducing the medicine that she resembled a virtuous wife.

She repeatedly gave instructions to her worried husband.

That gentle and earnest attitude came so naturally.

It made him feel somewhat dazed, as if a long period of time had passed between them.