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

"—I'm home, Mom."

A light, airy sound drifted into the room from the entryway.

The voice was young and pleasant, like the sound of ancient spring water flowing on bluestone.

Miyazawa Itsuki and Tsukimi Yuko both paused, turning their heads in unison towards the front door. They watched as the girl's gaze shifted from the men's shoes in the entryway to the two people in the living room.

The girl had long, smooth, light chestnut hair inherited from her mother, her skin was bright and radiant, her nose was straight and elegant, her long, slightly upturned eyelashes framed beautiful, large eyes, and her lips were cherry-colored with a jelly-like texture.

All the elements combined to form the exquisitely beautiful girl before my eyes, like a doll.

Judging from the familiar uniform, the girl and Miyazawa Itsuki attended the same high school.

Miyazawa Itsuki knew her, or rather, it was hard for him not to know her.

That person who has consistently topped the list of "most desired girls to date" with overwhelming popularity, an idol-level figure at Sakura Ryou High School.

—Tsukimi Sakura.

Possessing overwhelming beauty, consistently holding the top spot in her grade, and treating everyone with equal gentleness, she is a flawless, aloof beauty with the air of a young lady from a wealthy family.

The above information was obtained by Miyazawa Itsuki from an anonymous forum. Those busybodies gave her a somewhat exaggerated nickname—[Saintess].

I initially thought it was just the exaggerated naming style common among Japanese people, but now that I've seen it up close, I think the code name is really quite fitting. Her beauty, so perfect that it makes one unable to feel any sense of blasphemy, is indeed like a saint in a story.

"What...are you doing?"

The saintess, Tsukimi Sakura, spoke.

His tone carried a hint of confusion and scrutiny.

Anyone returning home late at night and seeing their mother and a strange man arguing would feel uneasy and wary, especially if the mother and daughter live alone.

"Sakura, Sakura, listen to your mother. This is Mr. Miyazawa, who lives next door to us. He has helped me a lot, so I would like to invite Mr. Miyazawa to stay for dinner..."

Yuko Tsukimi hurriedly released her grip on Itsuki Miyazawa's hand and explained.

Miyazawa Itsuki sighed and bowed slightly: "Hello, I'm Miyazawa Itsuki from next door."

He briefly explained what had happened, including the microwave making a loud noise, Mrs. Tsukimi screaming, his arrival to inquire about the situation, and his repair of the malfunctioning machine.

After hearing the whole story, Tsukimi Sakuna's tense but beautiful face relaxed, and she bowed slightly to him:

"I see... I'm so sorry to have troubled you. My mother isn't very good at using cooking utensils, so I usually do the cooking at home. It's just that today's situation is special, which is why this happened."

"No, that's not true. I don't think it's Mrs. Tsukimi's fault. It's unavoidable for the things left by the landlord to age," Miyazawa Itsuki said with a wry smile.

"When I first moved here, the washing machine in the house had a similar problem. It took me a long time to fix. So when I see neighbors having the same problem, I think of myself back then and decide to help if I can."

Tsukimi Sakuna smiled demurely, her eyes gentle: "Thank you, you really are a kind-hearted gentleman."

"Ah, I forgot I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Tsukimi Sakuna."

"I know."

"Huh? Did Mr. Miyazawa know me before?" Tsukimi Sakuna asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I'm also a student at Sakura Ryou High School," Miyazawa Itsuki explained, and Tsukimi Sakuna's expression quickly froze upon hearing this.

"...Is that so?" Her voice sounded strange. "It's a classmate...I..."

Yuko Tsukimi held Sakuna's small hand: "Sakuna, Mr. Miyazawa is different from those people. We just moved here, but Mr. Miyazawa has been living here for a long time."

"Y-yes." Tsukimi Sakuna's trembling voice gradually subsided as she looked at Miyazawa Itsuki with an apologetic expression.

"Um, I'm sorry, I lost my composure a bit."

"It's nothing," Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head.

It's perfectly normal for pretty girls to be wary.

Having already received excessive attention at school, and then finding unfamiliar classmates at my home after school, I would also feel that someone had ulterior motives.

"Since there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

Miyazawa Itsuki planned to return to his rented apartment. He hadn't reviewed his lessons yet and needed to go back to improve his shorthand skills.

How much more efficient would LV3 [Shorthand] be compared to his current skills? He had never experienced elite-level skills before.

Maybe he can memorize the entire history of the world word for word.

"Please, please wait a moment!"

Tsukimi Sakura's tone was somewhat flustered.

She instinctively reached out and grabbed Miyazawa Itsuki's sleeve.

Miyazawa Itsuki turned around and met her watery eyes. Beneath those eyes, his delicate face quickly turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

"Yes, yes, yes... I'm sorry!"

As if electrocuted, Tsukimi Sakuna quickly withdrew her finger: "Um, I just wanted to thank you for your kindness. Just like Mom said, I don't have any other strengths, except that I'm quite confident in my cooking skills, so if you don't mind..."

Miyazawa Itsuki opened his mouth, trying to say something.

But a sudden, empty hunger pang came over him – he didn’t have the habit of eating dinner; he would go home after school, change into casual clothes, and go to work. He would only get through dinner with the sugar from coffee and a small snack.

Although he knew in his heart that this kind of life was unhealthy, Miyazawa Itsuki found it difficult to change. The fast pace of life left him no time to cook or maintain a balanced diet.

But to say that he really doesn't like delicious food would be a lie.

At this point, the stomach bulge becomes a sign of protest.

"...Well, since that's the case, then I'll take the liberty of bothering you."

After hesitating for a moment, Miyazawa Itsuki finally agreed.

Since I was a bit hungry anyway, I figured I might as well go with the flow and quickly settle the matter; it would be better for both of us.

Yuko Tsukimi's cheeks quickly puffed up: "...Mr. Miyazawa, you'd agree if my daughter invited me, but not me? Although I know I'm not as young and beautiful as my daughter..."

"Oh dear, Mom, what are you saying!" Tsukimi Sakuna shyly stopped her mother from speaking. "Mr. Miyazawa isn't that kind of superficial man. He probably agreed because he considered our feelings."

Miyazawa Itsuki did not speak.

Isn't he a superficial person?

It may be, or it may not be.

Humans are visual creatures, and even Miyazawa Itsuki has to admit that.

When faced with a stunningly beautiful girl begging him to stay, and she offered to cook him a simple meal without any reaction, it must be because she was trying to soothe his stomach.

But it's not fair to say that someone would want to stay here and freeload just because of this.

Miyazawa Itsuki knew that he had never encountered such a rare and exceptionally beautiful girl as Tsukimi Sakuna.

But just because something is rare in one's life does not mean that it has never been seen before.

He had long since developed a certain resistance to the allure of beautiful young women. He turned to another girl.

Miyazawa Itsuki's gaze was somewhat unfocused.

At that moment, I inexplicably thought of that guy. What happened?

Memories of that girl flickered inappropriately in my mind.

"A-Shu! Look, I made a bento box!"

"Ashu, even if it tastes bad, you absolutely cannot spit it out. This is your wife's lovingly prepared bento box; you must eat every single grain!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? Childhood sweethearts, doesn't that mean you'll be together forever?"

"...Isn't that marriage? Does that mean Ashu wants me to be with another man?"

"No, no, no! I'm not like Ashu! I absolutely cannot accept Ashu choosing another woman. If you dare to do that, I..."