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

Chapter 76 Favorite Food

Tsukimi Sakura stared intently at the words on the nameplate.

"..."

After thinking for a while, she ignored it, neatly folded and put away the clothes, and closed the wardrobe door.

Some things, even if you're curious, don't necessarily have to delve into them.

There could be many answers, but Tsukimi Sakuna didn't really care.

The only thing she cared about was the boy named Miyazawa Itsuki behind her.

Next, I tidied up the rest of the room.

She gathered the books that the room's owner had casually placed into the bookshelf, glancing briefly at the titles.

"Practical Circuit Fault Diagnosis", "The Magic of Light: An Overview of Photography Techniques", and "Girl's Wardrobe".

Tsukimi Sakura's gaze lingered on the cover of the last book.

A girl with long blonde hair is wearing a stylish and beautiful outfit, with the cherry blossom-lined street in Tokyo in the background.

This is a fashion magazine, primarily targeting young women and students. It's quite popular among publications of its kind.

Naomi Asahina is a special reader model for the magazine.

A few days ago, when Miyazawa Itsuki passed by a bookstore, he suddenly thought of Naomi's profession and bought a copy of the latest issue specifically for that purpose.

The original intention was to ensure that the last date was perfect, so that we wouldn't be speechless when faced with related topics.

This allows for a basic understanding.

He was able to buy it precisely because the cover featured Naomi Asahina as a model.

She looked even more refined and radiant on the cover than on their first date, like a popular idol.

Tsukimi Sakuna stared intently at the magazine cover.

—In the boy's room, there was a fashion magazine with a female classmate on the cover.

It's a fashion magazine aimed at girls, so most people don't buy it for the purpose of learning how to dress.

So...

The implications of this are bound to lead people to overthink.

Tsukimi Sakura remained silent.

The fingers gripping the magazine unconsciously tightened their hold.

She glanced at Miyazawa Itsuki out of the corner of her eye.

The other person was leaning against the headboard, looking tired, but still forcing themselves to read the supplementary textbook.

Despite the effort, whether they actually absorbed the information is another matter.

Her Highness gazed at it for a moment, then looked away.

Silently, I placed the magazine in its proper place.

I guess I overcomplicated it.

Maybe someone gave it to Miyazawa-kun.

After tidying up the remaining clutter, Tsukimi Sakura finished, and time passed little by little.

When Miyazawa Itsuki's muddled consciousness regained its awareness of the outside world, the room was already spotless.

All items were neatly arranged, with their respective locations assigned according to size, frequency of use, function, and other factors.

Miyazawa Itsuki was dumbfounded.

Her Highness is truly a genius when it comes to domestic affairs.

His room was known for being messy.

Although the tidiness is not ideal, it is convenient for me to get around, and I can remember where the corresponding items are.

But after Tsukimi Sakuna tidied up, the room's layout became visibly much more harmonious, making one feel more relaxed and happy.

The places where he usually takes things are also well-maintained, but in a more orderly manner.

This is something that cannot be achieved simply by tidying up.

Miyazawa Itsuki was filled with awe.

Although he already held Her Highness in the highest esteem, it did not prevent him from showing her even more respect.

Every day I spend with her, I understand more and more how precious this girl is.

Over the course of his two lifetimes, Miyazawa Itsuki has lived such a long period of solitary life that his self-care abilities are far inferior to those of Tsukimi Sakuna.

She can cook, handle housework on her own, is gentle and polite in her interactions with others, and is impeccable in her studies.

Whether as a daughter, a student, or the unattainable beauty in the eyes of her classmates, she lives up to everyone's expectations.

"Miyazawa-kun".

Tsukimi Sakura gave him a gentle smile.

"Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"

"A little," Miyazawa Itsuki nodded. "I'll go get it..."

He tried to get up, but was gently stopped by Her Highness.

"If there's anything you need, just tell me. You're a patient now, and what a patient needs most is to rest."

"...It's not that he can't even perform basic actions..."

Tsukimi Sakuna gazed at him with calm eyes.

"...Then I'll have to trouble you, Tsukimi-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki decisively admitted defeat.

Tsukimi Sakura smiled gently.

After handing the teacup to Miyazawa Itsuki, she watched him finish drinking it before taking the teacup back and returning it to its original place.

I went to the bedside, peeled off the fever-reducing patch on the boy's forehead, and placed my palm on it.

Miyazawa Itsuki felt a cool, delicate touch linger on his forehead.

In the time it takes to breathe, the hand is withdrawn.

Tsukimi Sakura frowned.

"It's still a bit hot, Miyazawa-kun, would you like to rest for a while?"

"I tried this morning, but it's not easy to fall asleep in this state."

"Um."

Tsukimi Sakura nodded and stood up.

"I'll be leaving for a bit," she said, and left the Miyazawa residence.

Miyazawa looked towards the entrance hall.

In a very short time, the slightly ajar door was opened again.

When Tsukimi Sakura returned, she had several lecture notes in her hand. It seemed she had decided to stay for a long time.

"I'll stay with Miyazawa-kun all afternoon. If you can't sleep, you can talk to me. Maybe it will help."

She moved a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, with an open book on her lap.

Even while taking care of others, she never slacked off in her studies, which is probably why she was able to maintain her position as the top student in her grade for so long.

Miyazawa Itsuki thought to himself.

So, what kind of topic should we look for?

Because they had a verbal agreement not to interfere with each other's lives at school.

Therefore, it's not a good idea to inquire about what the other person is doing at school, as Tsukimi Sakuna probably has no interest in what she's doing at school.

Their interactions consisted only of eating together, working together, and helping each other out when they encountered difficulties.

Oh, right...

food.

When there's nothing particularly interesting to talk about, discussing favorite foods is a normal but safe choice.

Especially for people who are good at cooking, discussing these things is more likely to appeal to their tastes.

"Tsukimi-kun, do you have a favorite dish?"

Tsukimi Sakura was slightly taken aback.

Miyazawa Itsuki stared into the Saintess's amber eyes.

Bathed in light, his eyes shone like jewels. All his emotions were laid bare.

But at this moment, all I could see was a faint sense of confusion.

After a while.

After thinking it over, Tsukimi Sakura gave an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, I don't know the answer to that question either."

The answer was slightly unexpected by Miyazawa Itsuki.

"Isn't it strange? You're the one who cooks, but you don't know what kind of food you like?"

Tsukimi Sakura whispered.

"All food feels pretty much the same to me. I only eat it to fill my stomach."

The same goes for the taste; it's only when you want to see a smile on the face of the person tasting it that you keep refining it.

Her Highness's gaze met that of Miyazawa Itsuki.

"Actually, before I met Miyazawa-kun, I hadn't experienced the joy of cooking for a long time."