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

Miyazawa got off the tram, transferred to a bus, and arrived at the street near the apartment.

During this time, [Passerby A's black-rimmed glasses] were put back on.

For some reason, a new clause was added to the item information panel for glasses.

[Special Item: Passerby A's Black-rimmed Glasses]

[Effect: After wearing, others' perception of the wearer's appearance will be distorted. Ineffective against those who can see through the deception.]

[Effect 2: After being exposed, trigger [The Last Dance]. The item's effect will not be perceived as supernatural power by the person who exposed it. See details for the rules.]

[Note: Isn't it the fundamental logic of the world that you can become unrecognizable simply by wearing glasses?]

"Huh? There's another patch?"

Miyazawa Itsuki had become accustomed to the fact that the panel hadn't changed in six months.

Now, the unexpected update of a new effect description still puzzled him.

After carefully reading the details, Miyazawa Itsuki understood the true meaning of the so-called new patch.

in short.

It is a final self-protection mechanism for glasses in the event of a low-probability event where "the glasses are seen through" someday in the future.

After all, it's still too shocking to think that wearing a pair of glasses can completely fool people.

Those who see through it may wonder why they couldn't see through such a simple disguise before.

At this point, the glasses' cognitive blurring effect will trigger one last time on the person who has discovered the deception, causing them to forget the incident.

They either don't delve into it, or they find their own explanations to convince themselves.

It perfectly matches the "temperament" of the prop itself, consistently "low-key".

This actually helped Miyazawa Itsuki a lot, although he didn't think there was any possibility that he would be exposed at the moment.

But it's never a bad thing to be prepared. If that day really comes, the props will help him avoid a lot of trouble.

……

Walking on the street near the apartment, Miyazawa Itsuki noticed a familiar figure from behind.

Light chestnut hair, slender waist.

It was Her Highness the Holy Maiden who went out.

"Tsukimi-kun."

Miyazawa called out to the girl, who turned around and saw him.

A look of surprise crossed his face.

"Miyazawa-kun, are you back?"

"Yes, I just finished up."

Miyazawa saw that she was carrying heavy eco-friendly bags in both hands, filled with groceries she had bought from the supermarket.

"Let me help Tsukimi carry it."

"No need, it's just the last little stretch of road."

"But it looks really heavy, and it must be hard for Tsukimi-san to carry it. I guess I'm just trying to show off."

Her Highness smiled softly.

"Miyazawa-kun always says that."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then separated one of the handles of the eco-friendly bag from between her fingers.

"Let's carry it together, Miyazawa-kun. If we each carry one side, neither of us will get too tired."

"it is good."

Miyazawa Itsuki carried the shopping bag on the left, while Tsukimi Sakuna carried it on the right.

The two walked together toward home.

Passersby looked at them and all turned their heads to look.

After all, this scene looks too much like a couple.

As for the couple, the girl is too dazzling, while the boy is too ordinary.

I really don't know what kind of incredible luck that guy had to get such a perfect girlfriend.

Bathed in excessive attention.

Miyazawa Itsuki turned his gaze to the girl beside him.

As if by telepathy, Tsukimi Sakura's gaze met his at the same time.

The two turned around silently.

There was another moment of silence.

"Miyazawa-kun..."

Tsukimi Sakuna tentatively spoke up.

"How was your day?"

"It's alright. Where's Tsukimi-kun?"

"I spent the whole day at home reviewing my lessons, so I can't say whether it was good or bad."

Miyazawa Itsuki found it strange.

"Has no one asked Tsukimi out?"

"have."

Tsukimi Sakura's expression was indifferent.

"But I don't like going out with people I'm not close to."

Miyazawa Itsuki was stunned.

Looking back, it's true; Tsukimi Sakuna was known at school for maintaining just the right amount of distance.

It doesn't make people feel impolite, yet it never gives people any ambiguous hope.

Although there are always brave warriors who want to touch the legendary moon high in the sky.

But without exception, they all suffered defeat.

Such a saintly princess would probably only be invited out by her closest female friends.

Miyazawa Itsuki already had a premonition that he would be rejected.

However, it was anticipated that it would fail.

But as is customary, the appointment should still be made.

If you get rejected once, consider it even.

If you don't refuse, then you should repay Her Highness's kindness properly.

While Miyazawa Itsuki was deep in thought.

Tsukimi Sakura's heart was also unsettled.

Miyazawa-kun, did you have a good day today?

What did they do this time?

She even changed her coat.

This morning, before leaving home, Miyazawa Itsuki had breakfast at Tsukimi's house.

Therefore, Tsukimi Sakuna knew.

The jacket Miyazawa wore when he went out was not the one he is wearing now.

It's not hard to see if you look closely.

His shirt was also wrinkled and showed signs of liquid staining.

What kind of day did we have to get to this point?

A faint loneliness flickered in Tsukimi Sakuna's eyes.

No, it doesn't matter how it is.

Who Miyazawa-kun goes on a date with, and what happens, has absolutely nothing to do with me.

I have no right to comment.

The two are only connected by a contract.

She only feels happy when she feeds Miyazawa-kun and sees him praise her cooking. She feels joy when Miyazawa-kun values ​​her.

She asked him out because she mistook him for someone she was close to.

It's okay to be rejected, so I won't feel disappointed and lose all my energy for the whole weekend.

Such a thing simply doesn't exist.

Tsukimi Sakura looked at the boy.

Miyazawa Itsuki sensed something and turned his head at the same time.

But then she saw a hint of resentment on the Holy Maiden's face.

Before they knew it, they had boarded the apartment building's elevator.

Sakura Tsukimi silently reached out and took the eco-friendly bag back into her hand.

"Leave the rest to me. Miyazawa-kun, go back and take a good shower. You'll easily catch a cold if you're soaked."

Her voice was strangely cute, with a hint of anger.

Miyazawa Itsuki was puzzled.

What's wrong with Your Highness?

They could have stopped at Tsukimi's doorstep before letting go.

Is it because you feel your mother might see you behaving like a couple, and you need to avoid suspicion?

But there's really nothing between them that they need to avoid suspicion. Probably.

I don't quite understand.

A girl's mind is indeed a subject more profound than quantum mechanics.

The elevator doors opened, and Tsukimi Sakura stepped out first, arriving at her front door.

She placed the items at her feet, unlocked the door with her key, and looked at Miyazawa Itsuki beside her.

His expression softened unconsciously.

"Miyazawa-kun, come to my house after you take a shower."

"I'll be making Miyazawa-kun's favorite Chinese food today."

Miyazawa Itsuki nodded, feeling quite surprised.

Her Highness was able to tell which dishes I liked.

Even with that level of culinary skill, everything he makes tastes delicious.

I shouldn't show any obvious preference.

But the words of thanks were uttered as usual:

"Thank you, Tsukimi-san, I'll be there soon."