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

Back at his rented apartment, Miyazawa Itsuki took off his coat and went to the bathroom.

Although I wrung out the water from my shirt, the April weather wasn't hot enough for the moisture to evaporate so quickly.

The icy touch accompanied him all the way, causing his skin temperature to drop.

"It was pretty obvious after all, which is why someone as clever as Tsukimi noticed it."

The fact that I was soaked to the bone.

It would be strange not to notice such a talented and beautiful girl with a considerate and thoughtful personality.

Fortunately, Tsukimi Sakuna isn't the type of girl who pries into things.

Miyazawa Itsuki took a belated shower, dried himself off, and changed into new clothes.

I went out and arrived at Tsukimi's house.

I pressed the doorbell, and the door opened shortly afterward.

Yuko Tsukimi opened the door.

Mrs. Tsukimi smiled with delight when she saw Miyazawa Itsuki arrive.

"Oh, it's Mr. Miyazawa! Please come in."

Miyazawa bowed politely.

"Hello, Mrs. Tsukimi, I've been bothering you a lot lately."

"Not at all, Mr. Miyazawa, I'm very happy to have you come to our house. Also, I haven't properly thanked you about the promise I made with Sakuna."

"If it weren't for Mr. Miyazawa's help, Sakuna wouldn't have her current job, and she's been smiling more lately—all thanks to Mr. Miyazawa!"

"I am truly unworthy of such praise; on the contrary, I have received a great deal of help from Tsukimi-kun."

Yuko Tsukimi stepped aside and invited him in.

A pair of indoor shoes belonging to Miyazawa Itsuki have been habitually placed in the entryway of the Tsukimi family home.

He changed his shoes and went to the living room.

Tsukimi Sakura was busy in the kitchen, and because the partition door had such good sound absorption, she didn't notice the noise outside.

Miyazawa Itsuki sat down at the low table and accepted the barley tea handed to him by Mrs. Tsukimi.

Yuko Tsukimi sat down diagonally opposite him and began a conversation with great interest.

"Mr. Miyazawa, how have you and Sakuna been getting along lately?"

"Well, I'd say we get along well."

In Her Highness's eyes, I should be considered someone she can trust.

Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have taken care of his three meals a day based on their own ideas.

Even if you're just feeding animals, the animals themselves have to be pleasing to the eye.

They would occasionally chat during their dinner breaks.

Although it's a trivial topic, friendships are built up gradually in the little things.

The fact that girls are willing to chat with boys about trivial things already proves a lot.

Upon hearing this, Yuko Tsukimi's expression brightened.

"Did Sakuna cause any trouble for Mr. Miyazawa while she was working there?"

"No, not at all. Tsukimi-kun is very capable and has greatly reduced the burden on me and the shop."

"To be honest, I am very happy to be colleagues with Tsukimi-san. Tsukimi-san is both beautiful and gentle, and it is an honor to work with such a person."

"Oh, I see."

Yuko Tsukimi suddenly broke into a strange smile.

The sound of the partition door opening reached my ears, and Tsukimi Sakura walked out, bringing cold dishes to the table.

"..."

Miyazawa Itsuki didn't know if the Holy Maiden had heard his compliments.

And wouldn't they feel that praising her behind her back was too frivolous?

Judging from the other person's expression, they seemed perfectly normal. They probably hadn't heard anything.

"Miyazawa-kun, dinner will be ready soon, please wait a moment."

"Um, do you need any help?"

Tsukimi Sakura shook her head.

"It's just the final step."

The two watched as Her Highness returned to the kitchen.

……

After the partition door is closed.

A faint smile appeared on Tsukimi Sakura's lips.

Just now, I had only opened the door a little when I overheard Miyazawa-kun's conversation with his mother.

He accidentally made eye contact with his mother, and without asking her anything, he started to coax Miyazawa into doing the same thing.

Asking such a question.

However, the answer was delightful.

So that's how I was perceived by Miyazawa-kun.

Pretty and gentle, isn't she?

Although Miyazawa often praises himself, her skills, and her meticulousness.

However, culinary skills and attentiveness are neutral; they can be applied to anyone.

Beauty and gentleness are not; they are compliments for [a girl].

Oh, I see. So, in Miyazawa-kun's heart, I am a girl too.

Although it was a subtle way of saying it, I was very happy to hear it.

Yes, I forgive Miyazawa-kun.

Let's ask Miyazawa-kun out again next time.

Those baseless, chaotic thoughts that were swirling in my head before should now be clear as to how utterly false they were.

Miyazawa-kun doesn't really have a girlfriend. Otherwise, no girlfriend would allow her boyfriend to taste other girls' cooking every day, right?

There must have been some unexpected incident when I went out today, which led to that result.

Tsukimi Sakura breathed a sigh of relief.

Miyazawa-kun doesn't have a girlfriend, so their relationship of meeting up for meals can continue.

This agreement will not be easily shaken.

Hmm? For myself, of course it's the same.

I made a decision a long time ago that I would not date a boyfriend in high school, so there was no need for either of us to have a relationship.

...I don't plan to have a boyfriend.

A hint of confusion flashed in Tsukimi Sakura's eyes.

"Tsukimi-san is both beautiful and gentle. It's an honor to work with someone like her."

The boy's voice played in my mind again. How strange.

The girl's expression was somewhat vacant.

……

Before long, Her Highness served the main dishes to the table, and the three of them began their meal.

Today's main dishes are Kung Pao Chicken and Squirrel Fish.

After asking Tsukimi Sakura, I learned that she learned the Chinese cooking method by copying it online, and strictly followed the teaching steps in terms of seasoning and process.

Miyazawa Itsuki stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a little fish and put it in his mouth.

It's a familiar seasoning that evokes long-forgotten memories.

"Miyazawa-kun, how is it? Is it to your liking?"

Tsukimi Sakura's gaze was unusually uneasy.

Miyazawa Itsuki remained silent for a moment before slowly giving his evaluation.

"...It's delicious."

"The sweet and sour sauce had just the right consistency to coat the fish, making it crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The chicken also had an authentic spicy flavor and wasn't overcooked from frying, probably because the sauce was reduced at the right time."

He put down his chopsticks and said earnestly to Her Highness:

"Tsukimi-kun, you'll definitely have no problem taking the Level 2 Chinese Chef certification exam now. I can help you with the theory."

"That's an exaggeration."

Sakura Tsukimi blushed slightly, feeling shy at the boy's straightforward praise.

Yuko Tsukimi smiled like an aunt.

So this is how these two children get along when I'm not around.

That's wonderful, that's wonderful.

How long has it been since Sakura showed such a lively and adorable expression?

I kept myself on edge to avoid worrying her.

Perhaps, moving here was truly a matter of fate.

She still vividly remembers the proverb she obtained from the shrine many years ago.

The moon itself has no light, but it shines when it is illuminated by trees; the trees themselves have no name, but they become clear when they are illuminated by the moon.

Perhaps, she has already met him.

Belongs to Sakura, the one who plucks the moon.