Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 499 Love Isn't a Plastic Bag

After seeing off the car carrying the idol, Jun Matsueda turned and went up the stairs.

When he returned to the fifth floor, he found Mochizuki Haruka in the hallway wearing a coat over her pajamas.

"She's gone?" The girl stared at the shrinking shadow in the distance, her tone calm and indifferent.

"Hmm." The boy nodded and walked to her side. "It will be difficult to see her again. We can only see her on stage and on TV."

"I don't want to see her." Mochizuki Haruka pouted. "I should have asked you to wake me up. I would have set off fireworks to send her off."

Matsueda Jun glanced at her helplessly, then walked into his apartment, with the girl following closely behind him.

"I'm hungry, what should I have for lunch?"

"Let's cook some noodles. By the way, didn't you learn to cook? Why are you still coming over to my place to freeload every day?"

"Cooking for one person is a hassle," Mochizuki Haruka said, closing the door for him.

"Can't you cook for me? The mixed rice porridge you made last time tasted pretty good too."

"Laixi came back these past few days, didn't she?" The girl's voice was a little softer. "My cooking skills aren't as good as hers, so I won't give her a chance to laugh at me."

I never expected such a childish reason... The boy opened the refrigerator and looked at the remaining ingredients. Mochizuki Haruka stood beside him, her cheeks brightened by the light from the refrigerator.

"Where did my leftover butter go?" She suddenly realized something was wrong.

"...It was used up by Kurusu this morning." Jun Matsueda glanced back at the kitchen trash can; there should still be some packaging boxes left.

"That's the butter I saved for frying bacon!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide. "It's butter from Hokkaido!"

No wonder it tastes so sweet
The boy closed the refrigerator door. "I'll bring you a box next time I go grocery shopping, but I can't guarantee it'll be from Hokkaido."

"I want Lai Qiyang to compensate me!"

Mochizuki Haruka took out her phone and typed "click-click-click," the sound of which was like a machine gun.

At the lunch table, a girl drinking noodle soup suddenly asked a question.

"Songzhi, do you want to go swimming with me this afternoon?"

"Swimming?" Jun Matsueda looked up. "It's not even summer yet."

“My aunt hasn’t been exercising much lately and doesn’t like to sweat, so I’m planning to take her swimming.”

"Then it's not convenient for me to go." The boy lowered his head and continued eating his noodles.

"What's inconvenient about it? A swimsuit isn't underwear," the girl retorted. "Don't look at her, just look at me!"

"I'm going out this afternoon."

Mochizuki Haruka released her grip, and her spoon silently slid into the soup, disappearing without a trace. "With whom?"

"Imokawa, she wants to research college entrance exams and wants me to give her some advice."

Natsumi Imokawa, the girl recalled information about this name in her mind.

Both her parents work in the media industry. She's not very daring, not very sociable at school, likes to tinker with cameras by herself, and has an odd distance between her and Songzhi...

"Does she like you too?" That was her final conclusion.

"Hey, don't say things like that." Jun Matsue reached out with his chopsticks, picked up the soup spoon submerged in the girl's bowl, and wiped it with a tissue.

"She has no romantic feelings for me."

"Really?" Mochizuki Haruka raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you just don't know it."

“Imokawa is not like you guys.” The boy glanced at her. “You’re cunning and resourceful. You guys have made me lose my temper.”

"Then I'm still like a kitten or puppy, always following you around." The girl put down her chopsticks and shook her hands, making them into paw shapes. Matsueda Jun was charmed by her and spoke again after a few seconds, "It's not a date, and there's nothing ambiguous about it, so don't worry."

"I didn't have anything to worry about to begin with." Mochizuki Haruka pouted again. "I'm not your girlfriend. Tomatsu isn't worried, so why should I be?"

"Then why are you asking so many questions?" The boy finished the last sip of his noodle soup.

"Just asking."

When the girl said this, her tone was indeed like that of an innocent little dog.

After finishing his meal, Jun Matsueda tidied up room 507, cleaning up the mess left by his roommate. When he returned to his bedroom to change, Haruka Mochizuki was standing in the living room, holding two swimsuits.

One is a black cross-over swimsuit with a cutout in the middle to show off a flat and toned waist and abdomen, bold and seductive.

The other one is a white two-piece swimsuit with lace trim, exuding a pure and innocent vibe.

"Which one do you like?" The girl first held the black one up to her front, then changed into another swimsuit.

Jun Matsue subconsciously imagined the girl's exposed skin and curves, then quickly banished them from his mind.

Wear whichever one you like.

Mochizuki Haruka pursed her lips. "Are you really not planning to come with me?"

"Didn't I go swimming with you and Aya-chan before?" the boy explained again. "I really do have plans for today, so you and your aunt have fun."

"Oh," the girl said, watching him walk past her. "Don't worry, we're going to a private pool. No one else can see us except my aunt and the maid."

Jun Matsue paused, then waved to her without turning around.

"Remember to lock the door for me."

As he walked toward the station, Jun Matsue breathed a sigh of relief, bathed in sunlight.

To be honest, it's not necessarily a bad thing that Kurusu left at this time. It's one thing for her and Mochizuki to be at odds in the apartment, but it would be even more troublesome if the girls started to cooperate.

Just like the interrogation I received when I returned from Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden a couple of days ago, and the cocktail party on the first day of my holiday—no matter which one it is, it becomes unbearable after a few times.

Moreover, Mochizuki's offensive became increasingly fierce. Matsueda Jun looked at the sun overhead, which was getting hotter day by day, and didn't know what to do.

Things are different now; he can no longer push the girl away.

In the café in Nishi-Ogikubo, Jun Matsueda looked at Natsumi Imokawa sitting in front of him, who was intently flipping through the documents in her hands.

"Imokawa." The boy called out, and the girl looked up at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

Do you think I'm ready to date now?

"Huh?" Natsumi Imokawa blinked in surprise—in her not-so-short eighteen years of life, no one had ever asked her for advice on love.

"This, that," the girl put down the documents in her hand, looked down at the table where a large part was blocked by her chest, and tried to think.

"I don't think dating is something you can just start whenever you feel like it, right?"

"It's not like plastic bags in a convenience store or supermarket shelves that you have to fill when they're empty. It's when one day, this idea pops into your head—"

"Ah, I really want to date the girl next to me."

"Shouldn't it be something like this?"

The girl's expression was extremely serious, and Matsueda Jun nodded with a sigh of relief.

"you're right."

(End of this chapter)