Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

How could he treat a girl like that? It's so rude.

Asada Sakura secretly glanced at Ito Yuujin, only to find that his focused gaze was still on her, as if he was still thinking about why she wanted to take a bath.

Does he really have to spell it out so clearly?! What a blockhead!

"Sticky, sticky..." Asada Sakura lowered her head in shame and indignation, her voice barely a whisper, almost squeezed out from between her teeth, "It's... unclean..."

Following Asada Sakura's gaze, Ito Yuujin noticed that her once pure white knee-high stockings were now soaked with sweat.

The fabric at the ankle clung tightly to the skin, revealing a faint trace of dampness. The original purity was ruined by the sweat stains, adding a sticky and disheveled feel.

Noticing that Yuujin Ito was staring at her feet, a hint of embarrassment and indignation flashed in her eyes. She gently bit her lower lip, her expression quite annoyed and ashamed.

How much longer do we have to watch?!

Yuji Ito understood the reason and nodded.

"But we don't have any extra clothes for you."

That's the truth. We can't exactly borrow another set from Hayakawa Miki. The few clothes that guy has are all on Asada Sakura.

It's basically a child wearing adult clothes; they simply lack the necessary skills.

Asada Sakura realized the problem and was about to suggest that she could borrow it from the older sister next door.

But then she thought about what kind of clothes that guy had in his closet, and she shut her mouth.

After all, she had noticed it out of the corner of her eye when Ito Yujin opened the cabinet yesterday, and she was so embarrassed that she blushed.

She's not someone a high school girl could handle, let alone an innocent girl like her.

I, Asada Sakura, absolutely do not play the contrast card.

Since the dirty clothes are definitely unwearable, the only option left is...

Wearing Ito's clothes directly? No way! No matter how loose and comfortable the boxer shorts are, there should never be such a shameful "sharing of intimate apparel"!

If you don't wear it...

Absolutely not!

The vicissitudes of fate and the hardships of life assailed Asada Sakura.

"Safety shorts!" she shouted almost with her eyes closed, her voice carrying a final stubbornness and compromise, "And... a well-fitting top."

Asada Sakura made a final compromise, hoping that Hayakawa Miki would have something like safety shorts.

Of course, I wore Yujin Ito's shirt, though I felt a little embarrassed.

However, she often sees comments online about things like "deep lung damage," which she can pretend not to see when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Asada Sakura shyly walked into the bathroom and closed the frosted glass door.

Water stains remained on the bathroom floor. Looking at the empty bathtub, her expression betrayed her regret, coupled with her still-flushed face...

While she was taking a shower, Yuujin Ito had no choice but to borrow clothes from Miki Hayakawa.

Just thinking about what I'll have to face gives me a headache.

"Huh? Safety shorts?" Hayakawa Miki leaned lazily against the door frame. "Yu~ what kind of thing do you think I would wear?"

Hayakawa Miki's lips curled into a mocking smile, and she slightly raised her chin.

He casually twirled his hair with his fingers, seemingly mocking Yuuhito Ito's naiveté.

Is not having safety shorts something to be proud of?

Yuji Ito frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face.

He originally thought that, given Hayakawa Miki's extensive collection of short skirts, hot pants, and leather pants, safety shorts should be an essential item.

It seems he underestimated how unreliable this woman was.

“It’s Asada Sakura who needs to take a bath,” Ito explained patiently. “Could you… lend her one of your things? Or, do you have anything that’s… a little more normal?”

He carefully considered his words.

Hayakawa Miki gave a soft snort, crossed her arms, and took two steps forward, almost touching Ito Yuujin.

She tilted her head back and looked directly into his eyes, her gaze like hooks, trying to see through his heart.

"Xiao You~"

Her voice was low, with a sticky, almost whispered seductive quality.

Are you sure... it's not something you want to 'collect' yourself?

She deliberately emphasized the word "collection," drawing out the last syllable, her eyes lingering ambiguously on his face.

"If that's the case... I can give you a few 'special' ones..."

The dim yellow light in the stairwell fell on the two of them, and the leaves outside rustled softly in the wind.

Chapter 16: Couple Outfits Representing Pure Love

Under the soft light, Hayakawa Miki tilted her head slightly, her fox-like eyes alluring, a faint smile playing on her lips, and her voice carrying a seductive tone.

"Why would I want to collect old underwear from a woman who is almost 30? It has no collectible value at all."

"Things that are barely made of cloth can't be recycled for much money."

This logic is absolutely absurd!

Seeing Ito Yuujin's disgusted expression, Hayakawa Miki didn't get angry at all. Instead, she burst out laughing. Her clear and melodious laughter echoed in the quiet room.

"Xiao You, no girl will like you if you act like this."

She walked into the room with light steps, gently brushing the strands of hair behind her ear as she went, her posture exuding charm.

Yuujin Ito followed her into the room with a frown, his eyes filled with deep doubt as he looked around the space filled with clothes and various odds and ends.

"Do you really have normal clothes in this room?"

He simply couldn't fathom Hayakawa Miki's definition of "normal".

"If you say another word, get out!" Hayakawa Miki snapped at him without turning her head, then began rummaging through the room.

She muttered to herself, as if struggling with something she couldn't see: "Strange, it's not here..."

"I clearly remember putting it here..."

"Where are the clothes I wore when I was doing pure love stories? Were they thrown away?"

Yuji Ito, who was standing to the side, seemed to have heard something extraordinary.

"found it!"

Hayakawa Miki, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly let out an excited low exclamation and held a piece of... bitter tea seed high in her hand!

It was a blue and white striped cotton bitter tea dress, adorned with a small, slightly childish bow.

Hayakawa Miki stood up, proudly waving her "trophy," only to bump right into Ito Yujin's complex expression—a mixture of shock, confusion, and a hint of "Are you serious?"—as if he had witnessed an alien invasion.

What's with that expression?!

Miki Hayakawa's eyes were sharp, as if she would not let Yuujin Ito off easily if he dared to say another word.

......

I returned to my rented room with a set of gear, and the sound of Asada Sakura singing came from the bathroom.

They sang "Want to Be Cute".

You've made progress, and I can tell you're in a really good mood right now.

He leaned quietly against the door, his cheerful yet slightly immature voice conveying a natural and harmonious feeling.

"I left my clothes by the door, and I'm going back to my room."

The singing in the bathroom stopped abruptly, replaced by a brief, slightly panicked splashing sound, clearly startled by Ito Yujin's sudden voice outside the door.

"Okay...okay!" came Asada Sakura's muffled, slightly damp voice from inside.

After receiving the reply, he went back to his room to write the score for "God's Drifting"

A few minutes later, the bathroom door was carefully opened a crack.

A small, wet head with chestnut-colored hair peeked out, looking around warily, like a little animal that had just come out of its burrow.

She breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the door to Yujin Ito's bedroom was indeed closed and there was no movement inside.

A fair arm, still glistening with water droplets, swiftly reached out and snatched the neatly folded clothes from the doorway, then quickly slammed the door shut with a click.

When Yuji Ito finished writing the score and came out of the bedroom, he saw Sakura Asada sitting upright in a chair.

Her wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands still dripping water as they slowly slid down her fair neck.

She was wearing a dress in the pure love style of Miki Hayakawa, the loose fit of which made her figure look even more petite.

Noticing Yuujin Ito's gaze, Sakura Asada's body stiffened slightly, and she raised her head, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

The Cupid on the clothes is shooting heart-shaped arrows, clearly indicating that they are matching couple outfits.

But Yuujin Ito wanted to laugh, thinking that Miki Hayakawa actually had this kind of history.

Oh~ a pure and innocent older sister.

"I...I can't find a hairdryer." Asada Sakura's voice carried a hint of embarrassment.

"The hairdryer is in the cabinet." Yuji Ito walked to the cabinet next to him, found a dry towel and a hairdryer, and handed the towel to her. "Dry your hair first."

Asada Sakura took the towel and said softly, "Thank you."

Then she began to dry her hair with a towel, her movements gentle but somewhat clumsy, water droplets sliding down her hair and wetting her pure love outfit.

Seeing her flustered state, Ito Yujin sighed softly and took the towel from her hand. "Let me do it."

Yuji Ito moved very gently, wiping her hair again and again, slowly absorbing the water droplets.

Then he picked up the hair dryer, adjusted it to the right temperature and speed, and began to dry her hair.

A warm breeze gently caressed Asada Sakura's scalp and hair, making her feel comfortable while simultaneously causing her inner turmoil.

She tried to distract herself, and her gaze fell on a piece of paper on the table.

God's Flow