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

Chapter 78 The Glasses Gradually Fail to Work

Consciousness floats between a dream and a waking state.

A faint scent of a girl's delicate fragrance lingered around my nose.

This scene seems familiar.

Miyazawa Itsuki remembers that he was also lying in bed at the time, his consciousness blurred by the burning.

It was also a girl who stayed by her side every step of the way.

Her eyes and brows were like stars in the sky. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

In a daze, he opened his eyes a crack.

The girl in front of him had a flawless face, and even her eyes were similar.

Was it all a dream? Did a dream take him back to that time?

"..."

Let's just treat it as a dream.

The name in my memory slipped unconsciously from my lips.

Long time no see, Hoshina Rino.

Even if we never meet again in this life.

Let's say we meet again in a dream.

……

Tsukimi Sakura's face stiffened.

Rino... who is she again?

Does Miyazawa-kun think of me as that person?

What is her place in Miyazawa's heart?

Even in my dreams I miss him; he must be someone very important to me.

Suddenly I felt my blood getting colder and colder.

Tsukimi Sakura lowered her eyes.

His fingers were already on the frame of his glasses, but he couldn't move them any further.

My thoughts were clashing intensely.

From what standpoint am I taking care of Miyazawa-kun?

Neighbor.

The agreed-upon trading partner.

Or rather, they're just people who make things convenient for others.

How does Miyazawa-kun view me?

Whether it was making dinner plans, preparing lunch and breakfast, or taking care of someone when they were sick, I foolishly insisted on doing everything by myself.

Miyazawa-kun never made that request.

Will he think I'm a strange woman?

Her vision gradually became vacant, and the girl closed her eyes.

Time flows slowly.

When I opened my eyes again, the confusion in them had vanished.

I'm not the kind of woman who gets easily anxious or insecure.

Whether it's [Rino] or [Rinno], it doesn't matter.

When Miyazawa was weak, you weren't by his side.

I am the only one beside Miyazawa-kun, Tsukimi Sakuna.

Past tense, and present continuous tense. No one is more noble than anyone else, but I also have the future tense.

The day after tomorrow, and the day after that.

I will also be by Miyazawa-kun's side.

It doesn't matter where you are or who you're thinking of.

I'm the only one who can take care of him. I'll be there for him whenever he needs me.

That's enough.

Tsukimi Sakura's gaze hardened once more.

Her movements resumed.

Gently pull the frame of your glasses.

Just as the glasses were halfway off.

From the entryway behind me, I heard a knock on the door.

Sakura Tsukimi subconsciously let go of his hand and stood up.

The glasses were perched crookedly on Miyazawa Itsuki's nose, a comical sight, yet the girl felt her heart inexplicably race.

"..."

Oh, really.

Tsukimi Sakuna patted her cheeks.

What's wrong with me? Could it be that I've developed those kinds of feelings for Miyazawa-kun?

Why do I suddenly find him handsome even in this state?

Upon closer inspection, Miyazawa's features are very gentle.

A face without aggression, even if not dazzling, can make people feel relaxed.

"..."

But now I suddenly feel that Miyazawa-kun is kind of handsome.

Is it the so-called "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"?

No, it's impossible.

I never had those kinds of thoughts about Miyazawa-kun.

A blush rose to Tsukimi Sakura's face.

knock knock knock.

The door to the entrance was knocked on again.

Tsukimi Sakuna snapped out of her daze and glanced hesitantly at the sleeping Miyazawa Itsuki.

I slowly moved my feet and came to the entrance hall.

The door opened, and there was an NHK salesman.

The man was stunned when he saw that the person who opened the door was a very beautiful high school girl. He then checked the door number.

But he quickly stopped caring and instead enthusiastically promoted the product.

"Hello, excuse me, this is an NHK billing agent. Do you have a television at home? Or any equipment that can receive NHK signals? According to the Broadcasting Law, if you have a receiving device, you need to sign a viewing contract."

Tsukimi Sakuna maintained a polite but indifferent tone:

"I'm sorry, we don't have a TV or receiver at home. We'll contact you if we can get one later, so please don't come again."

I have carefully observed Miyazawa's house and found that there is no relevant equipment, and it is difficult to find even decent electronic products.

The man gave an awkward laugh.

If he were dealing with an ordinary tenant, he might have planned to continue harassing them, as is his professional habit.

But in front of me is such a lovely young girl.

Looking at that stunningly beautiful face, it's hard to say anything that would annoy her.

The man bowed and handed over a business card:

"Thank you for your time. If you purchase a television later, please be sure to contact us."

"Um."

Tsukimi Sakura closed the door.

Turning around, I leaned against the door and let out a soft sigh.

My heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Because of this little incident.

The heart that had been pounding inexplicably because of Miyazawa-kun's face finally calmed down.

It must be an illusion; that situation is impossible.

It's just a temporary illusion. Once you calm down, you can face Miyazawa-kun squarely.

After hesitating for a moment, Tsukimi Sakura left the entrance hall and returned to her room.

But then he found that Miyazawa Itsuki had already sat up.

The feverish patient was not sleeping deeply. Perhaps he heard the noise outside the door and regained consciousness from his half-awake state.

I immediately adjusted the frame of my glasses on the bridge of my nose and found that they were still there.

Miyazawa Itsuki's expression relaxed.

It startled me.

How did I fall asleep? I even dreamed of old acquaintances.

Because it would seem strange to sleep with glasses on, he had been trying to stay awake.

But Her Highness's voice was gentle and soft, full of a special rhythm.

It's like they're treating him like a kindergarten child.

So he did indeed fall asleep for a short while, much to his disappointment.

Miyazawa Itsuki noticed Tsukimi Sakuna at the edge of the room, staring at him blankly.

It looked like they were looking at some strange creature.

"Tsukimi-kun?"

"Huh, yeah, I'm here!"

Tsukimi Sakura's shoulders twitched as she quickly realized what was happening.

Seeing Miyazawa Itsuki's surprised expression, her face flushed again.

Ah, I might as well just die.

Even if I've composed myself...

I still find Miyazawa-kun very charming.

Why is that? Do I really have feelings for Miyazawa-kun?

The girl's mind was in complete turmoil.

"Are you alright?"

Miyazawa Itsuki asked worriedly, "Tsukimi-san doesn't look too well."

His expression was too stiff, and so were his movements.

Tsukimi Sakura averted her gaze.

"I...I'm fine. How are you feeling, Miyazawa-kun?"

Miyazawa Itsuki silently assessed his physical condition.

"I'm feeling better than this morning. I guess the medicine that Tsukimi gave me is working, and I also ate a good lunch, so I'm recovering faster."

Although a high fever can affect one's appetite, Tsukimi Sakuna's cooking seems to overcome this limitation.

He ate every last bit and then cleaned the lunchbox thoroughly.

When the topic of bento boxes came up, Tsukimi Sakura's expression returned to normal.

"Is Miyazawa-kun hungry now? Should I make something to eat?"