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

Naomi Asahina hesitated, as if she had thought of something, before slowly speaking:

"Miyazawa-san, as someone who has a partner, I'd like to ask you something."

No... does the misunderstanding that I have a partner mean there's no going back?

Miyazawa Itsuki silently grumbled to himself, but did not correct him.

The bento box thing is indeed complicated, let's just leave it at that.

In any case, Naomi's misunderstanding wasn't entirely a misunderstanding.

After all, he did have girlfriends, and not just one or two.

"What would you like to ask, Asahi-kun?"

"Does Miyazawa-san think that guys generally dislike girlfriends who pry into their personal lives?"

Naomi Asahina asked cautiously.

Miyazawa Itsuki looked slightly confused.

What kind of question is this?

After thinking for a moment, he spoke:

"...That's hard to say. It varies from person to person, and it also depends on what aspect you're digging into."

"If it's out of pure love, caring about the other person's life and health, and remembering every little thing about them, then very few guys would dislike a girlfriend like that. At least I personally don't think so."

Naomi Asahina looked away guiltily, her face filled with unease.

"What if you ask something that might cause trouble, like a past the other person doesn't want to talk about? You know you shouldn't ask, but you can't help but ask—what about that kind of probing?"

Miyazawa Itsuki fell into a brief silence.

I understand.

Your targeting is a bit too obvious, Asahi-kun.

Is she planning to ask about [Miyazawa Teru's] true identity, but is she afraid to speak up?

There's really no need to worry so much. Feel free to ask. Whether I tell you or not, and whether what I say is true or not, is my business.

So many people have asked, one more Asahi won't make a difference.

"If it's a relationship you truly intend to have for the long term," he carefully chose his words, "I think it's okay to ask."

"After all, if two people want to get along well, there are some things that can't be hidden forever, and happiness isn't something that comes from wearing masks and pretending to be the person the other likes."

However, that's something only a long-term, true relationship needs to do.

Asahi-kun, I hope you understand what I mean.

Naomi Asahina lowered her head in thought.

After a long while, she finally raised her head again, and some of her expression returned to her face.

"I understand, thank you, Miyazawa-san. I think I know what to do!"

"...I'm glad I could help Asahi-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki didn't know what she understood. He could only give a vague reply.

Naomi Asahina stood up, revealing her usual bright smile.

"Miyazawa-san, you can rest here. If you still feel unwell this afternoon, I'll ask the teacher for leave for you."

"Yes, thank you, but I don't think it's that serious."

Naomi Asahina walked to the door of the infirmary.

Then, as if remembering something, she turned her head:

"By the way, Miyazawa-kun, what are you going to do for lunch?"

"what……"

Miyazawa Itsuki also remembered.

The lunchbox given by Her Highness was still in my schoolbag, because I arrived at the infirmary halfway through the class and naturally didn't have time to pick it up.

"Um, is there a bento box for my girlfriend today?"

Naomi Asahina gave a knowing smile.

"...That's right."

"Then I'll go get it for Miyazawa-kun!"

Naomi Asahina said confidently.

"It seems that not many people know about Miyazawa's girlfriend, and Miyazawa doesn't seem to want to reveal it."

"To thank Miyazawa-kun for clearing up my doubts, and also because friends should help each other, I can help you out."

Could you please bring over a lunchbox?

Miyazawa Itsuki carefully considered the feasibility of this plan.

There was no trace of [Miyazawa Teru] in the schoolbag.

The old work phones are no longer among them; the new ones are still on their way.

All that remained were some textbooks and school supplies from her school days, as well as Her Highness's lunchbox.

It seems like there wouldn't be any problem if Asahina Naomi handled the bento box.

She had always believed it was made by Miyazawa Itsuki's non-existent "girlfriend." This subtle misunderstanding conveniently provided room for explanation.

Hesitated for a moment.

"Then, I'll leave it to Asahi-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki expressed his sincere gratitude.

"Given our relationship, there's no need to be so formal."

Asahina said in a joking tone.

After all, she was Miyazawa's first friend in the class, and also the class representative.

Helping Miyazawa is naturally the right thing to do.

Without me, Miyazawa-san would be in a difficult situation too. Hmph.

……

The girl's long golden hair swayed in the doorway.

Naomi Asahina left.

Miyazawa Itsuki lay on the hospital bed in the infirmary, looking out at the bright spring sunshine.

They finally finished the play.

The matter is temporarily resolved. All that's needed is to spend one last date with Naomi over the weekend, and everything will be fine.

It has to be said that it was too dangerous, especially since the client was someone close to you.

Miyazawa Itsuki never wants to meet him again.

If there's even the slightest flaw, it's easy to be exposed, then others will see through it, and you'll get entangled in another aspect of your life.

Um……?

"etc,"

Miyazawa Itsuki looked puzzled.

"Why would Naomi want to see me? There's no reason."

It was just a charade for my friend's romance.

If it were an ordinary guest who developed feelings for someone during a date and wanted to find themselves, Miyazawa Itsuki could understand.

But Asahina was clearly different. On their first date, she showed absolutely no interest in the opposite sex and simply accompanied him as a friend.

The second time, he was late, leaving Naomi waiting for a while and almost ruining everything.

It was only because Naomi was understanding that she didn't hold it against her.

Forget about any wrong feelings; she should be grateful she doesn't blame herself.

"It can't be... that my acting was the problem? And you want to complain to me?"

In that case, we can communicate via LINE.

Oh, I forgot my phone is broken.

As Miyazawa Itsuki was lost in thought, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

He thought it was Naomi who had returned so quickly, but then his familiar light chestnut hair came into view.

It was actually Her Highness the Holy Maiden.

Tsukimi Sakuna quietly entered the infirmary and gently closed the door.

Her pretty face betrayed no emotion.

"...Tsukimi-kun?"

Miyazawa Itsuki quickly sat up.

Weren't we supposed to keep our distance at school?

Why are we here?

"Miyazawa-kun..."

Tsukimi Sakura's voice remained soft.

"How's the wound?"

Miyazawa looked at his right foot, which was now wrapped in bandages again.

Somewhat awkwardly, he said:

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Tsukimi-kun. It's nothing serious."

Tsukimi Sakuna gazed at his face with her amber eyes, exerting a calm pressure.

"……sorry!"

He was the first to admit his mistake.

"It's my fault for ignoring Tsukimi's advice and participating in such an intense activity, which is why I ended up like this."

"It's all my fault."

Upon hearing his words, Tsukimi Sakura's stern face immediately relaxed.

She was genuinely angry this time.

But seeing Miyazawa Itsuki's pitiful and remorseful appearance, he couldn't bring himself to blame her at all.

On the contrary, I really wanted to do something for him.

"Miyazawa-kun, you absolutely must not do this again next time."

Her Highness spoke with a helpless tone.

"There probably won't be a next time. Probably not."

Before the girl could puff out her cheeks, Miyazawa Itsuki quickly said:

"Tsukimi-kun, I'm really glad you could come to see me, but won't it cause you any trouble? Like strange rumors or something?"

After all, an ordinary high school student and a popular school idol don't seem like they could get along.

"It's okay, I've been diligently keeping a low profile."

It's good to work hard.

But can such striking beauty really be concealed?

Miyazawa Itsuki expressed his doubts.

"In short, it's only for a short while, so no one will notice."

Sakura Tsukimi furtively looked left and right.

"Just to be on the safe side, it's best to leave as soon as possible."

Naomi Asahina doesn't know when she'll arrive, and other students may visit the infirmary at any time.

In case it gets out.

[The aloof and untouched saintly princess is having a secret rendezvous with villager A in the infirmary. What is their relationship?]

This kind of headline would definitely appear on the front page of an anonymous forum.

"Does Miyazawa-kun really want me to leave?"

"Of course not."

"I'm so glad that Tsukimi-san came to visit me."

Miyazawa Itsuki earnestly explained that he had absolutely no intention of being annoyed by Tsukimi Sakuna.

Besides Shiori, Miyazawa Itsuki was sincerely grateful that someone else cared so much about his health.

"Yes, after all, Miyazawa-kun..."

Her Highness's voice softened.

I've said it before, I have no friends.

Therefore, they need me.

As if by magic, Tsukimi Sakura produced an apple.

Then, using a utility knife she carried with her, she carefully peeled the fruit and then held it to his mouth.

"Miyazawa-kun, open your mouth."

Miyazawa Itsuki tried to say something, but seeing the saintess's engrossed smile, he ultimately remained silent.

I only injured my leg.

……

After feeding Miyazawa the apple, Tsukimi Sakuna chatted with him for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

Outside the health clinic.

Tsukimi Sakuna walks back to the school building.

He looked relaxed.

By chance, she brushed past a girl with long blonde hair.

The girl walked for a while, then turned her head slightly, revealing a confused expression.

After thinking it over, he dismissed the unrealistic idea and took another step.

Tsukimi Sakuna seemed to sense something.

The moment Naomi Asahina turned her head, she also glanced back.

"Who is that girl...?"