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

Miyazawa Itsuki looked surprised.

"I really admire your dessert-making skills, so I hope you can consider joining my team's chef group."

Miyazawa Itsuki: "Thank you very much for your kindness, Ms. Ao. I am doing very well at work here, so I have no plans to change jobs for the time being."

"If Miss Qing likes it, you are welcome to come often. I will do my best to present the most delicious desserts to Miss Qing."

Miss Qing shook her head: "My job... is rather special, so I can't come often."

Her voice carried a hint of regret: "Recently, the busiest period has temporarily passed, so I finally had the chance to take a break and come here for a meal."

"Ah, Miss Qing's job must be really tough," Miyazawa Itsuki remarked.

Judging solely from her exposed, delicate skin and voice, Miss Qing appears to be very young.

He looks to be under twenty.

I never imagined I'd already be a corporate slave.

Tokyo is a place that devours people without spitting out the bones.

"Because there is a goal that must be achieved no matter what, I must work hard," Ms. Qing said.

"Then I believe that with Miss Qing's persistence and hard work, she will definitely succeed."

"Thank you." Miss Qing had a faint smile on her lips.

She paid the bill for the coffee and dessert and left the cafe.

Miyazawa Itsuki continued working until 9:30 p.m.

After confirming the shift handover with the store manager, he changed out of his work clothes, took a freshly made caramel pudding and the comics he had bought earlier, and embarked on his journey home.

The main reason Miyazawa Itsuki initially exchanged for [Baking] was because Shiori really liked sweets.

So every weekend after he finished his work, he would leave behind a dessert he had made himself to give to his sister when he visited her in the hospital.

Miyazawa Itsuki returned to his apartment in Adachi Ward by taking the night train.

For the sake of convenient transportation, Miyazawa Itsuki moved here from a more remote low-rent apartment a few months ago.

This apartment has more complete facilities and a larger area, but the rent is also more expensive.

It costs about 8 yen per month.

Miyazawa Itsuki returned to his rented apartment and turned on the light in the entryway.

The warm yellow light illuminated the room.

The room is small, about six and a half square meters, with a bed, a table, and a wardrobe as the only furniture.

Miyazawa put the crème brûlée in the refrigerator to chill, then took off his coat and casually draped it over the back of his chair.

After a quick shower, Miyazawa Itsuki reviewed his lessons in bed.

In his previous life, Miyazawa Itsuki was very good at studying and had no difficulty coping with Japanese science courses. In addition, with the help of shorthand in this life, he also has no weaknesses in Japanese literature and history.

He had voluntarily registered for the postgraduate entrance examination in his second year of high school when he was in his first year of high school, in order to test his academic level.

The final score deviation was 74.

That's roughly in the top 1% nationwide, and Miyazawa is fairly satisfied with the result.

After all, it was the highest institution of learning in my previous life, so I can't let it get worse in this second life.

His goal is to get into the University of Tokyo's medical school.

For the remaining two years of high school, I need to continue to improve until I'm absolutely certain of success.

……

the next day.

Miyazawa Itsuki wore [Passerby A's Glasses] and a plain-colored shirt as he boarded the bus.

When we arrived at the hospital, it was not yet eight o'clock.

He was the only one in the elevator. He pressed the button for the fifth floor and watched the floor numbers jump one by one.

In the elevator, he took off his glasses and made sure the pudding in his bag was safe and sound.

Stepping out of the elevator, Miyazawa greeted the nurse in the duty room. She looked up abruptly, recognized him, and flashed a bright smile.

"Mr. Miyazawa is here very early today."

"Yes," Miyazawa Itsuki bowed slightly and returned the smile, "I didn't expect Ms. Iwata to be on duty this morning. How has my Shiori been lately?"

"Shiori is doing very well, her indicators are all stable, and her rehabilitation is progressing smoothly," Maki Iwata said enthusiastically. "Mr. Miyazawa, have you had breakfast yet? I have a bento box here..."

"Thank you, but no, really no need."

Miyazawa Itsuki politely declined the nurse's offer and went to the ward with the door number "Miyazawa".

"I'm coming in, Shiori."

No one answered, so he gently pushed the door open.

The window was half open, the white curtains were gently blown by the wind, and the morning light shone in from outside, spreading over the hospital bed.

On the hospital bed, the girl in the hospital gown had her eyes closed, her soft hair spread across the pillow and her porcelain-white face.

She fell asleep.

On the bedside table sat fresh daffodils, next to a half-finished glass of water and a novel that was only half-read.

Miyazawa Itsuki's expression relaxed, and he quietly sat down by the bedside, gazing at his sister's sleeping face.

With flawless features and translucent white skin, his sister is undoubtedly a stunningly beautiful girl.

If it weren't for that accident, she would probably be active on campus, loved and adored by many people, just like a princess.

Miyazawa Itsuki reached out and tried to brush the stray strands of hair away from his sister's cheek.

Just as their fingers touched, the girl opened her jewel-like eyes, a sly look in them.

With a "hey," Miyazawa Shiori pulled Miyazawa Itsuki toward the hospital bed and then pressed her face tightly against his chest.

"We've caught our elder brother."

She inhaled Miyazawa Itsuki's scent deeply, a sweet smile on her face.

"Oh dear, I've been caught by Shiori, so what are you planning to do with me?" Miyazawa Itsuki cooperated by relaxing his resistance.

Miyazawa Shiori's voice was gentle and pleasant: "Then punish your elder brother by making him spend the whole day with Shiori."

"This isn't a punishment," Miyazawa Itsuki laughed.

"After all, I have no other requests." Miyazawa Shiori rubbed against me like a cat. "As long as my brother is by my side, I'm too happy to think about anything else."

"Can't you even think about something as trivial as pudding?"

"pudding?!"

Miyazawa Itsuki took out a box containing pudding from her bag, opened it, and the pudding's caramel shell looked like amber under the cool-toned light.

"Wow, it's pudding made by my older brother!"

Miyazawa Shiori cheered with joy.

She has loved sweets since she was a child. When Miyazawa Itsuki took her to a fireworks festival when they were little, she tried every sugary food on the stalls.

"Have you washed up?"

"I finished washing up before my brother arrived," Miyazawa Shiori said. "I got up especially early today because I really wanted to see my brother."

"I see. You still need to pay more attention to your sleep."

Miyazawa Itsuki handed her the spoon.

Miyazawa Shiori did not answer.

"I hope my brother will feed me." She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Shiori isn't a child anymore, is she?"

"Brother, are you unwilling?"

Shiori looked sad.

"No, that's not true." Miyazawa Itsuki compromised, scooping out a small piece of pudding with a spoon. Shiori swallowed the pudding and chuckled.

She looks just like an angel.

Miyazawa Itsuki sighed.

Faced with an adorable little sister who knows how to be affectionate, which older brother could be heartless?

Miyazawa Itsuki knew he couldn't do it.