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

Tsukimi Sakura returned to her class.

Ignoring the usual stares, I went to my seat.

The short-haired girl sitting next to me asked curiously:

"Sakura, did you just go to the teachers' office?"

The girl is a close friend of Tsukimi Sakura, and is also the person Tsukimi's wife entrusted to look after her daughter at school.

Her name is Sasaki Hina.

She was a short-haired, prince-like girl with regular features and a heroic air about her.

"Um."

Tsukimi Sakura gently admitted.

"Oh, the teacher must have something to ask Sakura about, right? After all, she's an honor student."

Sasaki Hina herself found a reasonable explanation.

Tsukimi Sakura did not deny it.

She is not good at lying, so she is used to keeping silent when faced with situations where telling the truth would cause trouble.

Her Highness's gaze fell upon the beautiful notes on the table, but she was thinking about something else.

Just now, she was thinking about this matter and didn't notice the girl at the corner, and they bumped into each other.

...Miyazawa-kun is sick, and he has an unusually high fever.

It would be very difficult if no one took care of me.

Should I take a break from class this afternoon and go back early to take care of him?

I've decided. If I get first place again in this afternoon's test, I'll go find Miyazawa-kun.

……

Group C, Year 2.

Asahina returned to the classroom with the documents and distributed them.

She specially took out the one that belonged to Miyazawa Itsuki and personally handed it to the boy's desk.

Then, he absentmindedly presided over the morning meeting.

Back in their seats, after exchanging pleasantries with their classmates, only Chinatsu Nakano remained in the same spot.

She noticed that Naomi seemed a little off today.

"Nana, what's wrong with you today? You seem really listless."

"I'm fine, Chinatsu-chan."

Naomi Asahina tried her best to appear relaxed, but that expression was incredibly fragile.

"Nana must have something on her mind. If there's something you can tell me, you can. I won't tell anyone else."

Chinatsu Nakano touched her friend's hair with concern.

Naomi Asahina remained silent.

Her close friend's concern should have been a happy thing, but now she had no positive feelings at all.

I'm sorry, Chinatsu-chan.

I can share any secret with you, except this one.

After learning the true identity of her beloved, she wanted to take care of him, but then realized that he seemed to already have a girlfriend or something.

I simply cannot say it.

……

In the afternoon, Miyazawa Itsuki woke up in bed.

I always have an ominous feeling in my dreams; it's true that when you're sick, even your dreams become nightmares.

I dragged myself along and ate the leftovers from the bento box.

I glanced at the time; it was 2:30 PM.

This morning, while lying in bed trying to rest, I couldn't fall asleep or wake up properly. I tried many methods before I finally managed to drift off to sleep.

I didn't realize it was already afternoon.

Miyazawa Itsuki sighed and went into the shower room to quickly rinse his body.

After clearing my mind, I sat down at my desk.

There were textbooks spread out in front of him, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

Relying on his shorthand skills, he managed to memorize some knowledge.

But at this moment.

A soft knock came from the doorway.

Miyazawa Itsuki got up, went to the entrance hall, and opened the door.

A beautiful young woman in a uniform stood at the door.

"Miyazawa-kun".

The girl's gentle voice was still pleasant to hear.

Miyazawa Itsuki looked surprised.

"Tsukimi-kun... why are you back at this time?"

"The last class in the afternoon was a pop quiz, and I handed in my paper early."

Her Highness briefly mentioned the reason.

"is that so."

Miyazawa Itsuki's mind was foggy, and he didn't have the time to think about the details. He just felt that it was only natural to hand in the paper and leave.

"May I come in?"

Tsukimi Sakura spoke softly, her gaze passing over Miyazawa Itsuki's shoulder and into the room.

Miyazawa Itsuki was slightly taken aback.

He had no objection to Tsukimi Sakura visiting his room, as neighborly interactions are reciprocal.

But unfortunately, it happened to be today.

He was too ill to give Her Highness a proper welcome, and besides, it wouldn't be good to infect her with his illness.

"Is it not allowed?" Tsukimi Sakuna said. "Do we need time to hide things that can't be seen by others? I'll wait."

No... there is no such thing.

Miyazawa Itsuki stepped aside and raised his hand in welcome.

"...Please come in, Tsukimi-kun. The room is a little messy, please excuse me."

"Um."

Tsukimi Sakura smiled faintly and stepped into the room.

Since Miyazawa Itsuki said there was no need to change her shoes, she went straight into the room.

The room of the lone male high school student seemed to have a unique attraction for the Holy Maiden, who peered at it curiously.

However, Miyazawa Itsuki could only express his regret about this.

His room wasn't anything special.

He didn't have any of the things his peers would collect, like games, comics, or fan art.

Although I pay attention to hygiene at all times, clean does not mean tidy.

Especially after falling ill, he had no energy to care about the little things, and his room was even more messy than usual.

It's like the room of an old man who's gotten bored with his job.

Her Highness carefully strode around the clothes and books scattered on the ground.

"Miyazawa-kun's room is a little messy."

"Yes, I'm so sorry."

"Hehe, no need to apologize. That's exactly why I came. It would be more of a headache if Miyazawa-kun's room were spotless."

"...?"

Miyazawa Itsuki paused in his preparation of tea.

The girl's soft voice had a captivating magic.

"Today, Miyazawa-kun, just be a good patient and leave everything to me."

"But Tsukimi-kun is clearly a guest..."

"When Miyazawa offered to help in the kitchen, I gave in too."

"Since we'll be neighbors every day in the future, it wouldn't be good to be too distant, would it?"

Her Highness's words left Miyazawa Itsuki speechless.

Tsukimi Sakura added casually.

"This is my own choice, so Miyazawa-kun doesn't need to feel indebted. Just consider it as something I enjoy doing."

Amber pupils reflected Miyazawa Itsuki's stunned face.

"Is it okay?" she asked as a final question.

"..."

After hesitating for a moment, Miyazawa Itsuki spoke.

"...Thank you, Tsukimi-kun."

This sentence already explains his meaning.

Tsukimi Sakuna smiled faintly.

"Well then, Miyazawa-kun, relax and rest for now."

The girl helped him to the bedside and laid him down halfway, then took out a fever-reducing patch and applied it.

After asking when she took the medication, she nodded and tidied up the room.

Pick up the clothes from the floor, fold them neatly, and put them back in their proper places.

At this moment, Miyazawa Itsuki is grateful to his past self for not having the habit of carelessly leaving his underwear lying around.

Tsukimi Sakura put the clothes to be washed into a small washing machine and poured in fabric softener and detergent.

Those that were clean were put back in the wardrobe as requested by Miyazawa Itsuki.

As she opened the wardrobe, Tsukimi Sakura's eyes flickered slightly.

Inside, there was a row of neatly arranged clothes, each with a different style, but all showing that the owner had good taste.

In the deepest part of the suit, there is a line of small text on the nameplate on the chest.

【Miyazawa Teru】