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

Miyazawa Itsuki requested a theme song from an anime that appeals to both men and women.

Colorful cartoon characters quickly appeared on the screen.

Because the host of the party was a very outgoing and positive person, everyone cooperated well and ordered very popular music.

This is the first person I've heard of who knows some subculture songs.

But no one thought Miyazawa Itsuki was low-class, and no one looked down on him.

On the contrary, they felt that Miyazawa Itsuki's behavior made them seem more approachable.

"Does anyone know how to sing?" He held up the microphone, giving a self-deprecating laugh. "I can't be the only one who's embarrassed myself, can I?"

Everyone laughed.

From the crowd, a handsome but aloof guy stepped forward and said, "Let me sing with you."

It was Ryosuke Takeda!

There was a hint of relaxation on his usually expressionless face.

"I'm a long-time fan of this anime. I'm quite familiar with it."

The crowd started to cheer, as it was a rare sight to see two handsome men performing anime songs.

Chinatsu Nakano looked at them with a grin. Moka, on the other hand, had a helpless expression.

Only she knew that her boyfriend was actually a hardcore homebody who couldn't resist meeting someone with similar interests.

The atmosphere in the private room was even more lively than when the host, Sato He, was present.

Someone is singing along.

People were filming and excitedly exchanging ideas.

"I never expected someone who looks so outgoing and so positive would like anime and manga."

"Isn't this great? It makes it seem like popular people aren't so hard to approach anymore."

"I want to be friends with someone like that."

Asahina listened intently, her gaze fixed on Miyazawa Itsuki in the center.

His singing voice is accurate and steady; although he doesn't have outstanding technique, it's not unpleasant to listen to.

Relying on the advantage of her voice, she became captivating.

It sounds so good.

She doesn't care about the song itself, as long as it's sung by Miyazawa-kun, she thinks it's the best.

At least for now, the idol in my heart who changed my life, [Shiri Hoshimiya], is no longer as important as Itsuki Miyazawa.

Because she realized that this was a gift from Miyazawa-kun, a sacrifice of himself.

Only Miyazawa himself could guess what he meant.

Don't be afraid of people discovering your less glamorous side.

The things Naomi likes aren't as bad as they seem.

Even if someone nitpicks, you can blame it on yourself; just say it was your boyfriend who "corrupted" you.

So, just face your feelings honestly.

I've navigated the minefield for Naomi; everyone here is very tolerant.

I believe that the real Naomi will also win everyone's favor.

Naomi Asahina met the gaze of Itsuki Miyazawa, who was in the center of the stage.

The other person smiled slightly and nodded at her.

Although he didn't say a word, it seemed like he said everything.

Naomi felt a cool sensation on her face.

Who spilled the drink? How annoying!

I hate it so much, I hate it so much, I hate it so much...

Miyazawa-kun, I hate you.

Why do unnecessary things?

I didn't ask you to...

This is not good.

is not possible.

such……

I could fall hopelessly in love with you.

……

When the song ended, thunderous applause erupted.

Miyazawa Itsuki put down the microphone and said apologetically to Naomi:

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back."

While he was singing, he noticed that the wound under his clothes was being moved and needed to be re-examined and bandaged.

"Yes, it's okay, I'll wait for Hui-kun here."

For some reason, Asahina's voice was a little off-key, and she didn't look at him.

Miyazawa Itsuki didn't pay much attention and left the private room.

If he had observed more closely, he would have noticed that Asahina's face showed signs of crying.

That would make Miyazawa Itsuki panic, and he would definitely have to find out which bastard made his client cry.

A few minutes after Miyazawa Itsuki left, Asahina Omi was restless.

She was in a very confused state of mind.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

Miyazawa-kun...

What should I do?

It's clearly not allowed.

It's just a matter of money.

It was just a false connection.

It was just a transaction.

But I seem to have become infatuated with this kind of relationship, and I can't turn back.

When you don't come, when you ignore me.

I thought Miyazawa-kun was deceiving and playing me like those other people before.

If that's really the case, then things will be easier.

I will never forgive Miyazawa-kun again.

But you didn't, and even when faced with mortal danger, you insisted on keeping your appointment.

Why?

I see it now, Miyazawa-kun.

You're injured, and your steps are off.

When I hold your arm, you will experience a slight throbbing.

Why didn't you tell me?

Is it because I'm not her real girlfriend?

If I were in your shoes, what would you do?

Naomi Asahina remained silent.

After hesitating for a moment, she stood up.

Pushing open the door to the private room, we walked through the corridor and arrived at the restroom.

She didn't know why she wanted to come out; she simply wanted to be by his side.

But soon, she heard familiar voices, which startled her. She quickly hid behind the door of the women's restroom.

You can also hear that conversation from here.

"...Mr. Miyazawa, you don't understand Asahi-kun at all. You've only known each other for such a short time."

Whether I understand or not is none of Sato's business.

It was Miyazawa Itsuki's calm voice. Naomi's eyes widened.

"You don't happen to like Naomi, do you?"

The person being addressed fell silent for a long while before finally speaking:

"I've known Asahi for a long time..."

"So, although I'm not in a position to say this, a year isn't actually a long time. And if Sato insists that this period counts as a long time, but Naomi still doesn't have those feelings for you, doesn't that just prove that you two aren't meant to be?"

Sato He's voice sounded somewhat impatient: "That's because I haven't expressed my feelings yet..."

"Someone who likes you will still wait for you even if you don't express your feelings."

Sato He choked.

Naomi Asahina couldn't help but smile, her eyes crinkling with joy.

Miyazawa-kun speaks so forcefully, he's completely different from when he's with me.

Hearing her boyfriend stand up for her without backing down filled her with sweet warmth.

Even if it's a fake boyfriend, it doesn't matter, at least Miyazawa-kun is fighting for himself right now.

After a long while, Sato He made a final, dejected struggle:

"But Mr. Miyazawa, do you really understand Asahi-san? Are you sure being with her will truly make her happy?"

Miyazawa Itsuki did not reply immediately.

Naomi Asahina was so anxious she could barely contain herself and stood up to shout, "Of course Miyazawa-kun can! I'm happy every minute I spend with Miyazawa-kun, it's none of your business to interrupt!"

"You're right, I really don't know Naomi well enough."

It was Miyazawa Itsuki's voice. Asahina Omi perked up her ears.

"I haven't known Naomi Asahimi for very long. We don't know each other very well."

"But," he said, "no matter what Naomi is like, the real her or the one behind the mask, I will accept it all, and I will try my best to become the kind of person Naomi likes."

Naomi Asahina's expression froze.

"In the men's restroom next door," Miyazawa Itsuki said, thinking to himself.

I'm a professional rent-a-boyfriend; I'll accept any client, no matter what kind they are.

No matter what the customer's request is, as long as it does not violate the rules, I will meet it.

That's all the truth. Can you compare to me?

Leaving behind a defeated Sato He, Miyazawa Itsuki walked out of the bathroom.

Before he could react, a figure pounced on him at top speed.

Her long, golden hair shone brightly in the dimly lit corridor. A faint fragrance stirred the soul.

It was Asahina Naomi. She threw herself into Miyazawa Itsuki's arms and looked up.

A sweet, enchanting smile graced her face.

"Hui-jun, I like you the most."