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

Chapter 77 The Moon's Monologue

Miyazawa-kun probably doesn't know.

When eating food that I've cooked myself, I always feel that it tastes bland and tasteless.

The seasoning and cooking time are too familiar and have lost their novelty.

You can tell what it tastes like without even tasting it.

I only eat so I won't go hungry, and I learn to cook so my mother can have homemade meals.

I don't particularly love this thing, or rather, I don't like most things.

Whether it's maintaining good grades or learning interpersonal skills.

They only do these things because they don't want to disappoint others.

Of course, being recognized makes me happy, which is why I work so hard.

But as Mom got busier with work, she gradually stopped eating at home and couldn't hear praise in person, which made her feel lost.

Is this flavor okay? Is the seasoning wrong?

Without being able to see the expression on my mother's face as she tasted the food, I naturally had no way of judging.

Although they would all leave notes saying "It was delicious," words ultimately lack a certain power.

Every night, when I'm alone with my food, I always feel lonely.

Gradually, I lost confidence in cooking. My sense of taste also began to go numb.

Until, after moving because of that incident, I met Miyazawa-kun.

My first impression of him was that he was a calm and composed boy, with not particularly striking features, but he had a strangely comforting quality.

It makes people think he's not a bad person.

that's the truth.

Miyazawa provided a lot of help, and it was clear that he didn't ask for anything in return.

So, in exchange, he offered to take care of his meals.

But this is actually a very cunning agreement.

She accepted Miyazawa's protection and took advantage of his needs to satisfy her desire to hear praise.

This contract is inherently unequal.

I think Tsukimi Sakuna must be a very bad girl.

She's not some kind of "saintess" at all; she's not worthy of that title.

The saintess is selfless, while Tsukimi Sakuna is the exact opposite.

It was out of selfishness that I thought of using food to bind him; seeing his surprised expression would make me incredibly happy.

Miyazawa always eats with great relish.

After eating, they never hesitate to praise themselves and sincerely commend their own efforts.

Seeing him like that, an inexplicable emotion welled up inside me. I felt an urge to cook him even more delicious food.

...I want him to be inseparable from me.

When I first realized this feeling, I was naturally startled.

However, this does not mean that I would do anything illegal.

I just wanted him to become more and more dependent on me.

That way, I can hear Miyazawa-kun's praise every day and see his smile, which will cheer me up.

I feel very relaxed when I'm with Miyazawa-kun; I don't have to be so reserved.

When he unconsciously relaxes, his eyes become even softer.

Eating with him and chatting about trivial things makes even the food taste better.

Miyazawa-kun listens patiently, even to topics like rising egg prices, which is something most boys aren't interested in.

Yes, that's why Miyazawa-kun is special.

For example, upon hearing what was just said, Miyazawa-kun's expression froze slightly.

He thought for a moment, then said gently:

"It's okay. At least Tsukimi-kun can now experience the joy of cooking, right? That's good enough."

"Even if I can't find one for the time being, I can cook for Tsukimi-kun. By tasting other people's cooking, I might discover my own preferences."

"Of course, the taste will definitely not be comparable to what Tsukimi-san makes, so please bear with me."

what……

My face felt very hot.

That's why I say Miyazawa is cunning in this respect.

They always casually say things that are bad for your heart.

Those inexplicable emotions in my heart began to surge again.

Miyazawa then asked:

"Does Tsukimi-kun have a favorite dessert?"

If it's something I haven't mastered yet, I can learn it. Consider it repayment for part of the bento boxes Tsukimi-kun provided.

Trying hard to suppress those strange emotions, I put on a polite smile.

I heard my own voice say this:

"If it's a dessert made by Miyazawa-kun, I think I like them all, there's no difference between them."

Looking at the boy's slightly surprised and flustered expression, I suddenly felt a subtle pleasure.

This is a little revenge from Tsukimi Sakura, let Miyazawa-kun experience my feelings too.

It's not just Miyazawa who can say things that are bad for the heart.

However, teasing Miyazawa-kun was not my intention.

I will still answer questions properly.

"If it's general desserts, I haven't tried many kinds, so I can't make comparisons. Maybe... I'd be a little more interested in waffles."

"Waffles?"

"Yes. Because that's a dessert my dad used to make for me when I was little."

My father passed away when I was very young, and I can't remember what he looked like or what he sounded like.

The only thing I remember is that on my sixth birthday, my dad made a simple homemade dessert for me at home.

It's a pancake.

So, while enjoying the pancakes Miyazawa-kun made for me, I suddenly remembered the warmth of those days. I almost burst into tears.

Was it because she missed her father? Actually, no.

I didn't have my father's presence during my childhood, so it would seem hypocritical to say that I miss him so much.

They simply yearn for the happy family of the past and savor the lingering sweetness of happiness.

Sometime after that day, I went home with Miyazawa-kun for dinner.

During a casual chat, I learned about Miyazawa's family situation.

Miyazawa's parents both died in an accident, and his only sister was also injured and has been hospitalized for many years.

This news shocked me.

It turns out that beneath Miyazawa's relaxed exterior lies a past even more unfortunate than mine.

At least I still have my loving mother.

Throughout his life, Miyazawa-kun has supported his family entirely on his own, juggling his studies, part-time jobs, and caring for his hospitalized younger sister.

No one can help him.

At school, Miyazawa-kun didn't even have any close friends, and he was always alone after school.

When I ran into him at school, there was no one else with him.

I once asked him if he was alone at school. He said, "Probably."

Saying things in a nonchalant tone that make people unhappy.

There are no relatives to rely on in society, and no friends at school.

Miyazawa-kun, this must be very tiring.

You must be very... lonely.

After that day, I couldn't calm down.

The desire to be someone he could rely on grew clearer and stronger.

In particular, after seeing Miyazawa's injured state and imagining him with no one to care for or look after him, her thoughts completely spiraled out of control.

I made a choice I would never have made before: I took the initiative to approach a boy at school and secretly take care of him.

Looking at his relieved smile.

I think it was all worth it.

Without me, Miyazawa-kun would definitely be in a difficult position.

Without me, Miyazawa-kun can't do anything right.

He doesn't eat properly, he's reckless when he's injured, and even when he has a high fever, he'll think about going to school instead of prioritizing his health.

So, he needs me.

This frail boy in front of me is someone I can rely on.

I want to hide him away so that no one can find out.

She wanted him, and she couldn't live without him.

……

Afterwards, I chatted with Miyazawa for a while, and through my cunning efforts, his eyes became increasingly tired.

Finally, just as I had hoped, I fell into a peaceful sleep.

Get some rest. Miyazawa-kun.

I gently helped him lie down, and looking at his gentle expression, the corners of my mouth unconsciously turned up.

The exercises he brought were just a cover; I didn't look at a single word of them, but kept staring at his face.

"..."

Miyazawa's sleeping face is very peaceful.

"..."

However, it's not really appropriate to lie down and sleep while wearing glasses.

"..."

After struggling with my thoughts for a while, I raised my hand and reached out towards his face.

The movements were slow because I didn't want to wake him; it's not easy for a feverish patient to get a good night's sleep.

The moment my fingertips touched my cheek.

Miyazawa's eyelashes trembled slightly, which startled me.

But he didn't open his eyes, as if he were lost in some kind of dream.

A muffled murmur escaped from his lips.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

The expression on Miyazawa's face was one I had never seen before.

No need to say "long time no see," I'm right here.

A strange smile seemed to appear on his face. Fortunately, no one saw it.

But Miyazawa's next words plunged me into an ice cave.

"...Rino."

That was a name I had never heard before.