Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 708 A Sunny Sunday Filled with Change
The next morning, as Jun Matsue was washing up in the bathroom after waking up, his phone vibrated.

The boy dried the water droplets on his face with a towel, picked up his phone from the shelf, and looked at the message displayed on the lit screen.

"Good morning, Songzhi-kun! I'm already up!"

As he hung the towel on the rack with his phone and walked into the living room, Yamami Maki sent him another message.

This is what we're having for breakfast today!

The image was not displayed on the lock screen. Jun Matsue stopped in front of the refrigerator and opened the chat window on his phone.

It was the small dining table he had seen last night, with a rice ball and a carton of milk on it, and a banana in the background.

"Luckily, we had our own refrigerator and microwave; the warm rice balls tasted pretty good!"

"...Is this a daily report?" the boy muttered.

He sent a message saying "Good morning," and took a bag of toast and two eggs out of the refrigerator with one hand.

Yawning, Jun Matsue walked into the kitchen, put down the ingredients he was holding, and started typing on his phone with both hands.

"Did you encounter any problems last night?"

The girl quickly sent a voice message. Jun Matsue put his phone on the counter, heated oil in a pan, and listened to his senior's voice coming from the kitchen.

"I probably went to bed a little late last night because I was a bit excited." Yamami Maki's voice was a little grumpy from just waking up, sounding softer and sweeter than usual.

"But I think I slept pretty well—the bedroom is small, and lying in bed looking at the ceiling made me feel especially at ease."

"Is it small?" the boy muttered again. The two cracked eggs were poured into the pan, sizzling as they were poured in.

Although I haven't been inside the senior's bedroom, judging from the layout, room 507 should be about the same size as hers.

Seemingly because he didn't reply immediately, the girl's message turned into text.

"Has Songzhi-kun had breakfast yet?"

Jun Matsue scooped the fried egg out of the pan, threw in two small pieces of butter, and then put the toast back on the pan.

"It's being prepared. Breakfast is an egg sandwich."

"If you learn to make sandwiches, breakfast will be much more convenient." He typed two more lines.

"Actually, it's just frying eggs or bacon and ham in a pan, heating up some bread, and then adding some vegetables to sandwich it together."

He had even eaten his senior's fried eggs and croquette bento boxes before, sandwiches and the like, so it shouldn't be too difficult for a young girl to make them.

"Got it!" The parrot avatar sent a hopping little bird emoji. "I'll try to do it later~"

With no new messages, the boy's phone went silent; the senior student must have gone to focus on eating breakfast.

Jun Matsue flipped the toast in the pan, and the aroma of butter and bread slowly rose and spread around the stove.

Just as the kitchen was getting into the "just adding some vegetables and mixing them together" stage, a crisp sound of a door opening came from the living room, and Jun Matsueda turned around.

Yosuke Kurusu yawned as he walked to the kitchen door, reaching under his T-shirt to rub his belly.

"Pine branch, I want some mayonnaise~"

"Okay." The boy picked up the mayonnaise from the side, lifted the toast, and squeezed it on.

You got up later than usual today.

"It's Sunday today!" The girl rolled her eyes at his retreating figure. "Shouldn't we get some rest?"

Five minutes later, the two sat at the table, chewing sandwiches and listening to the morning news on TV.

Yosei Kurusu picked up the milk in front of her, tilted her head back, and took a sip, her fluffy pink ponytail swaying slightly behind her head.

"Speaking of which, the lemon cheese tart that Songzhi bought yesterday tasted pretty good." The girl licked the milk stains off her lips.

Where did you buy it?

Jun Matsue paused in his chewing motion.

"It's a bit far from here, so it's quite inconvenient to buy it."

"Never mind then." Miss Idol waved her hand. "So, have you found that runaway child?"

"found it."

"Did you manage to coax her home?"

"No, I can't convince her."

"Hmm?" Kurusu Yosei blinked. "With a face like yours, you could easily fool any little girl, right?"

"..." The boy eating breakfast looked up and glanced at her. "She's not a little girl, she's Yamami Maki."

"Yamami Maki?" The girl thought for a moment, then her eyes widened.

"Isn't that your ex-girlfriend?"

Jun Matsue didn't say anything, and took another bite of his sandwich.

"She ran away from home?" Miss Idol's voice rose, and the slight languor she had after getting up disappeared from her face.

"Is Songzhi going to get back together with her?!"

"I just went to check on her." The boy looked up, neither admitting nor denying it.

"...I don't quite believe it." The girl leaned forward a little and stared into his eyes.

"If you think so, then I can't help it."

Jun Matsue isn't thinking about getting back together right now, but if it makes Kurusu feel a little threatened, he wouldn't mind if the girl speculated in that direction.

"So you came back so late last night, you didn't sleep with her, did you?" Kurusu Yosei raised his eyebrows.

I was careless last night; I should have checked the pine branches for the smell!

"How could that be?" The boy was speechless. "Her sister asked me to go over and check on her. I've been busy all night arranging accommodations for her."

"..." The girl continued to stare at him intently. "Suspicious."

“It’s none of your business if it’s really suspicious,” Jun Matsue said frankly, picking up the milk.

Miss Idol snorted loudly and kicked him under the table.

After finishing breakfast and washing the dishes, the girl began her daily stretching and vocal exercises. She lay on the yoga mat, watching the boy walk up to her.

She tilted her head back, letting the boy's gaze fall on the cleavage created by her sports bra.

"Has the lecherous pine branch finally lost control of his desires?"

Jun Matsueda gave him a "What are you talking about?" look. "I just came to borrow your tablet—weren't you going to write a song?"

"So fast?" Kurusu Yosei blinked. "Matsue has already made up her mind?"

He shook his head. "It's not that easy to write. Listen more first and find some inspiration."

The girl laughed, "The tablet is in my room, go get it yourself."

"Don't let it affect your studies!"

"No." The boy turned and walked towards her room. "I can do my homework while listening to music."

Back in his bedroom with his tablet, Jun Matsue drew back the curtains, letting the bright sunlight fall on his desk.

The boy opened his workbook, put on his headphones, propped up his tablet behind the book, and pointed to the first file in sequence.

The melody wasn't particularly catchy but had a slightly artsy feel to it. He glanced at the titles on the pages and mentally dismissed the first demo.

After finishing the first question, the music automatically switched to the next song, and the phone on the table vibrated silently before its screen lit up again.

Jun Matsue blinked. As expected, it was another message from his senior.

"I just received the property condition confirmation from the landlady—"

Unlocking the screen reveals a large table with numerous entries in the chat window.

"Although it's just a confirmation, it seems to be taking quite a bit of time. I plan to check the house according to the items in this morning."

"Remember the precautions I wrote down, and also take a video for record-keeping," the boy typed, adding.

The piece was alright; he wrote "demo2" on the draft paper beside him.

"Okay, record the video!" The girl sent a nodding chick and continued her report.

“I was planning to go out this afternoon, and Kokoro said she wanted to come see me. We can go shopping for autumn clothes together~” Although the message was just text, Matsueda Jun seemed to sense Yami Maki’s carefree and cheerful tone. He pursed his lips and sent the message to the girl.

"Remember to lock the door."

"I put a note saying 'Remember to lock the door' on the door, I definitely won't forget~"

The girl had temporarily disappeared, so Jun Matsueda put his phone aside and continued doing his homework and listening to music.

The morning, when his mind is clearest and his thinking is most active, is the perfect time to do math. After finishing a probability calculation and an analytic geometry problem, and jotting down the somewhat immature and melancholic "demo8" in his notebook, his phone lit up again.

"Matsueda-kun, I checked and it seems that self-service laundromats usually only accept 100 yen coins, right?"

The boy picked up his phone and said, "That's usually how it works, but in some cases, you can also pay directly with your phone."

"Are you going to do the laundry?"

"Yes!"

Jun Matsue thought for a moment, "You only seem to have one set of pajamas and the dress you wore yesterday, right?"

Her handbag contained only pajamas, the girl herself said yesterday.

The senior student replied after a while, "What I wanted to wash wasn't my outer clothes..."

The boy at the desk blinked at his phone.

It seems that although her handbag is not big, it still contains a few pieces of clothing.

"For underwear, it's best to hand wash it yourself."

"Because it's hard to say what kind of dirty things the previous people washed." There was no reply from the other end, so he typed a little faster.

"Although the washing machines in the self-service laundry room can be disinfected before washing, some people will still feel uncomfortable about it."

"Of course, it's fine if you don't mind."

Two minutes later, the shy girl finally replied.

"Okay, then I'll wash it by hand myself."

Yamami Maki did not send any more messages until lunchtime.

Matsueda Jun sat at the dining table, thinking, "He might be busy inspecting the house, or he might be busy doing laundry."

The image of his senior squatting in the bathroom washing her underwear... He shook his head, finding it hard to imagine.

A pan-fried chicken thigh was placed in his bowl, and the boy looked up.

Yosei Kurusu's eyes sparkled as she looked at him eagerly.

"So, any ideas for a new song?"

“No way it’s that fast…” Jun Matsueda put the chicken leg into his mouth without any politeness. “Anyway, let’s go through every song first and find the ones that are usable.”

"I'll show you all the songs the production department sent after that!" the girl said expectantly.

"You wrote that song 'Instant' for your ex-girlfriend, so the song you wrote for me can't be any worse, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense." The boy picked up a mouthful of rice. "It wasn't just written for her."

Miss Idol winked cutely, "The song written for me would definitely be better, right?"

“…I’ll try.” He mumbled through his food.

The boy washed the dishes for lunch, while Yosuke Kurusu sat on the sofa watching TV. After Jun Matsueda took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen, the girl turned around and watched him go into the bedroom. Two minutes later, he came out after changing his clothes.

"Is Songzhi going out this afternoon?" she asked, turning around and leaning against the sofa.

Jun Matsueda nodded. "Let's go to the movies with Tomatsu."

"That's going too far!" Kurusu Yosei straightened up and glared at him.

"I painstakingly cook for you, and you just run off to date other women like this!"

“Don’t we take turns cooking on weekends…” the boy glanced at her.

"Besides, Tomatsu is my girlfriend. So who are you?"

The girl opened her beautiful eyes wide.

"Just say to me now, 'My favorite Kurusu-san, please date me!' and I'll be your girlfriend!"

Matsueda Jun smiled and said, "Then, Miss Kurusu, could you tell me first that you really want to be Matsueda's lover?"

"Sure," Miss Idol nodded. "You finish speaking first, then I'll speak."

If this continues, we'll be stuck in a childish "you go first" cycle. The boy shook his head helplessly, grabbed his keys, and headed out.

"I will come back on time to cook."

Yosei Kurusu made a face at his back.

"Playboy!"

Fifteen minutes later, Jun Matsue sat in the Keio Inokashira Line tram, watching the full sunlight passing by the window gradually slow down.

"Next stop, Hamadayama, Hamadayama, the left door will open..."

He quietly looked out the window.

The tram stopped at the platform of Hamadayama Station, and the girl's white dress swayed in the wind, catching his eye.

The tram doors opened with a mechanical whirring sound. Tomatsu Yuka first poked her face into the carriage, gave the boy a charming smile, and then walked over to him, her scent of sunshine lingering in her eyes.

"The weather's really nice today~" She sat down and naturally put her arm around the boy's. "There's still about half an hour before the movie starts. Shall we take a walk around the neighborhood?"

“No problem.” Jun Matsue watched as the girl’s pure white skirt clung to his trousers.

Her soft hair fell onto her shoulder, tickling her a little.

"But I don't know where to go, so I can only follow you."

“Luckily I checked it out beforehand~” Tomatsu Yuka’s smile carried a hint of pride. “There’s a small exhibition going on at a nearby cafe, we can go check it out together.”

The boy nodded, and the girl took out her phone from her pocket and looked at the messages she had received.

"Oh, right." She nuzzled the strong arm in her arms. "Yuna-chan messaged me this morning to ask how the invitation to Yamami-senpai was going."

Yuna-chan is the name of this year's brass band club president, Jun Matsue blinked.

"Just tell them we're already waiting for a reply."

Tomatsu Yuka tilted her head back. "Tsunku already asked her?"

"Not yet." The boy looked into her eyes. "But I'll ask."

"I see." The girl nodded.

"There's one more thing I want to tell Yuka."

"what's up?"

"Senior Yamami has moved out of her family home."

Jun Matsue sensed that the woman beside him fell silent for a moment.

Although she didn't express herself very directly, the girl could definitely understand the attitude her senior showed when moving.

Tomatsu Yuka's eyelashes trembled.

Instead of pondering it silently as usual, she asked directly.

"What does Jun-kun think?"

The sense of security and happiness she felt by the boy's side made her willing to take a small risk and speak up.

"I haven't thought about it much," the boy said honestly, "but I definitely support her in doing it."

Because of the previous entanglements with the girls, he felt it necessary to explain these things to his girlfriend—that was just Jun Matsue's opinion.

Looking back at the sunlight streaming through the window, Tomatsu Yuka blinked nonchalantly.

"That's it..."

(End of this chapter)