Tokyo: To reiterate, this is not a dating system.

Perhaps because it had just rained, the wind blowing through the streets was still a bit damp.

People were rushing around, and you could see office workers with their ties half-undone everywhere.

The women who had just finished get off work would always glance at Genji Aoyama with tired and languid eyes.

Even in sportswear, his handsome looks are undeniable.

"The rain has stopped here."

Genji Aoyama looked up at the Tokyo Skytree in the distance, which didn't appear to be shrouded in dark clouds at all.

"Hmm." Asahi Yuko handed the umbrella in her hand to Aoyama Genji.

Because they are cheap and readily available, people in the island nation do not have the habit of carrying umbrellas when they go out, and they even throw them away after use—as far as the eye can see, umbrellas are casually placed next to trash cans.

"It's such a waste," Genji Aoyama criticized the phenomenon.

Yuko Asahi agreed, as her financial situation didn't allow her to throw away an umbrella after just one use.

"But we can't be too frugal, right, Asahi?" Aoyama Genji glanced at Asahi Yuko.

"...That's right."

Yuko Asahi knew that they were talking about her not having eaten lunch.

Actually, she made herself a bento box today, something she hadn't done in a long time, but it was accidentally knocked over by a classmate in the classroom.

In any case, the final result is something that Aoyama Genji is worried about.

"So let's buy a bento box here. I was just about to buy one too. Do you mind if I buy it here?"

Genji Aoyama stopped in front of the convenience store, the one where Yuko Asahi used to work.

"Of course I mind!" Asahi Yuko's emotions suddenly surged. "At the very least, I can't let her earn my money!"

"Okay." Genji Aoyama smiled.

In the end, the two took a longer route to another chain fresh food store.

Although it's a fresh food store, it also sells ready-made bento boxes. Aoyama Genji bought a grilled beef bento, some vegetables, eggs, and milk, and also grabbed a bag of toast.

He has simple cooking utensils at home. Although he is not good at cooking, he can still make salads and fried eggs.

Should I buy some vitamin pills? I think these supplements are quite common in Japan.

I'll see if there's a pharmacy nearby tomorrow.

When I came out of the fresh food store, it was already dark.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Aoyama-kun." Asahi Yuko's voice was pleasant and melodious, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

"Oh, it's nothing, go back quickly."

Aoyama Genji's head started to ache as he thought about the things he still had to do.

The clothes need to be taken to the laundry, I have homework to do, and I have to get up an hour earlier tomorrow.

Especially homework.

In a school like Baihe High School, which prioritizes college entrance exam pass rates, the amount of homework assigned is absolutely substantial, at least no less than what he experienced in his previous high school.

After I got home, I received a message on LINE.

[Yuko: Remember to open the door for me then, Aoyama-kun can use this time to tidy up the room.]

Yes, I also need to get a haircut.

After quickly resolving the dinner issue, Genji Aoyama went to a nearby self-service laundromat to wash his school uniform and then used a dryer he didn't remember ever using to quickly dry it.

When he got home today, he noticed that the corners were moldy; that's just how the climate is in island nations.

After returning home and putting away his clothes, Genji Aoyama began doing his homework. Fortunately, the first-year high school curriculum was not difficult, and the assigned content was relatively simple.

This is probably to accommodate students who need to attend tutoring classes.

Aoyama Genji heard that some cram schools also assign homework, and even have exams every now and then.

It's so curly, it's really too curly.

Just as he was about to summarize the drawbacks of education in island nations, the doorbell rang.

Genji Aoyama got up and opened the door.

"Good evening." Asahi Yuko greeted with a smile, holding a box in her hands, probably tools for cutting hair.

"Good evening," he replied with a smile.

"Are you hidden well?"

"What?"

"H-manga or something like that." Asahi Yuko glanced at Aoyama Genji's room out of the corner of her eye.

"...That kind of thing simply doesn't exist."

Yuko Asahi gave Genji Aoyama a strange look before finally entering the room.

Aoyama Genji always felt that she was thinking about something impolite.

"The only mirror is by the sink in the entryway, which is too narrow to fit a chair..."

Yuko Asahi looked thoughtful: "What should we do?"

"You can cut it however you like."

Genji Aoyama sat down at his desk and waved to her.

"Believe me? Don't believe me?"

Yuko Asahi was somewhat suspicious that it was the latter, but she still came to Genji Aoyama's side.

Her slender white hands ran through her hair, gently playing with it, occasionally touching her scalp—a sensation that Aoyama Genji found quite peculiar.

If he could have stayed asleep any longer, he might have fallen asleep right there.

He thought it didn't matter how it was cut.

Comfortable.

Seeing Genji Aoyama's expression, Yuko Asahi couldn't help but smile.

Her hair was very long, and it was clear that she hadn't cut it in quite some time. She took the scissors out of the box.

Click, click...

Yuko Asahi thoughtfully placed the cut hair into a box.

Although it was her first time cutting someone's hair, she made the cuts very cleanly and without any hesitation.

With a face like that, as long as the features are fully revealed, any hairstyle looks cool.

Of course, this excludes the Mediterranean style and the shaved head style, which are difficult for ordinary people to pull off.

Yuko Asahi struggled to suppress her feelings after merely imagining Aoyama Genji with a receding hairline and a shaved head.

It could be ten minutes, or it could be twenty minutes. In any case, Aoyama Genji felt as if his head was being played with by Asahi Yuko.

But the movements are gentle.

Comfortable.

Yuko Asahi put down her scissors, then held Genji Aoyama's head in her hands, carefully manipulating and examining it.

Finally, he seemed satisfied and nodded, then took a sponge or something and wiped the stray hairs from Aoyama Genji's neck.

"That's so true to me!"

Finally, she looked her up and down again, her tone smug, as if a craftsman had completed a masterpiece.

Aoyama Genji didn't immediately go to look in the mirror, but leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

It felt like my head bumped into something soft, but it made a "thump" sound.

"What are you doing!?"

"Sorry, that felt too good."

Aoyama Genji stood up from his seat and saw Asahi Yuko covering her almost non-existent chest, only then realizing what he had bumped into.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely.

"It's all over me!" Asahi Yuko's face flushed slightly.

"Shall I wipe it for you?"

It seems the location is not quite right.

Genji Aoyama could only apologize again.

Go look in the mirror.

Yuko Asahi glanced at him, wishing she could tear the mirror off the sink and place it in front of Genji Aoyama.

"Um."

Genji Aoyama went to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.

[Image] (I sincerely apologize for using photos from our viewers.)

"Are the customers satisfied?" Asahi Yuko asked with a smile.

She saw satisfaction in Aoyama Genji's expression, which made her feel somewhat happy as well.

"I'm thinking of saying that." Genji Aoyama smiled and clapped his hands.

Yuko Asahi has good handiwork skills.