Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Suppressing the inexplicable pounding in her heart, Asada Sakura slowly walked over, making a regular sound as she walked through the stainless steel escape stairwell.

"Yujin, what's going on here?"

"It's my fault, I didn't bring enough utensils. My senior said it wasn't necessary, but I... I really didn't want him to go hungry..."

Preparing a four-layer bento box with exquisite plating must have taken a lot of time, but only one set of tableware was prepared.

It looks like it was done on purpose.

"As for tableware..."

Asada Sakura fumbled in the pocket of her pleated skirt, as if searching for something.

To Moriue Chika, this sight was simply unbelievable; there was absolutely no way there could be tableware in a place like this.

But when the crisp sound came from her pocket, Chinatsu Mori's disdainful gaze turned wary.

It's amazing that they could have thought of that in advance.

A pale hand emerged from the pocket, along with a fork, a pair of chopsticks, and a spoon exposed to the air.

"I put it in there specifically this morning."

Asada Sakura's voice was frighteningly calm, as if she were telling a perfectly normal story.

Yuji Ito was not surprised by the impossible tableware; he took the chopsticks and reached for the tuna.

"Asada-senpai's pocket is just like Doraemon's magic pocket."

"If it's about food, then this kind of thing is quite normal."

Yuujin Ito casually answered for Sakura Asada, but just as his chopsticks were about to touch the tuna slice, they were suddenly snatched away.

Following the line of sight, I saw Asada Sakura, who was enjoying herself with sauce still on her lips.

"The junior's cooking is so delicious, she could start charging for it now."

Watching helplessly as Asada Sakura seized the initiative, Morikami Chinatsu pierced the Wagyu beef with her fork and offered it to Ito Yuujin's mouth.

"Senior, this is what I made following a tutorial on YouTube. Try it and see if you like it."

Yuujin Ito's gaze shifted from Sakura Asada to Chinatsu Morikami.

Just as he was about to eat, Asada Sakura suddenly reached out and grabbed Morigami Chinatsu's wrist, gently turning the chopsticks toward her lips.

"Of course you should taste the first bite of the food you made yourself."

When Asada Sakura let go, you could feel the stiffness in her fingers.

Asada Sakura scooped up a spoonful of steamed egg custard and savored it carefully, then handed the spoon to Ito Yuujin, saying, "This is delicious, junior!"

"The taste is alright."

Yuujin Ito didn't care at all that it was a spoon that Sakura Asada had used, but Sakura Asada wouldn't let this opportunity pass her by.

"Intermittent kissing."

She spoke softly, but her voice was still clearly audible to Morikami Chinatsu, and she also deliberately gave Morikami Chinatsu a look.

Sakura Asada's ear tips flushed a suspicious red, but she still pretended to be nonchalant as she looked through the bento box.

"I'm done eating. Senior, I'll take care of the lunchbox during the afternoon activities. I'm leaving now."

Chinatsu Mori stood up, the fluffy hair ornament swaying in her hair.

As she left, she kicked a soda can hanging above the steps, and the metal can rolled away into the distance.

"Junior, you did a really good job. Ito, have a taste."

Asada Sakura's voice chased after Mori Kami Chinatsu and reached her ears.

......

Back in their respective classrooms, Asada Sakura was in a good mood, carrying a bento box and a gift box tied with a pink ribbon.

That was a blind box gift from Yuujin Ito. Although giving it to Sakura Asada risked being seen as a pervert, items that could enhance emotional resonance were still quite rare.

Yujin Ito returned to his seat, where Anna Takikawa had been waiting for some time.

She was holding two or three love letters in her hand.

"Someone is sending you love letters."

"These are all for you."

Anna Takikawa's eyes crinkled with a smile as she fiddled with the edge of the envelope with her fingertips.

"Then let's throw them all away."

"Isn't that a bad idea? I think those girls are all quite cute. Don't you feel it's a pity?"

"It's not a pity."

"For example, if someone asks you to meet them on the rooftop after school in the afternoon, and you don't go, how pitiful it would be for her to be all alone."

Yuujin Ito's emotions hadn't changed much until he heard the word "rooftop," at which point he snatched the love letter from Anna Takikawa's hand.

"What? Interested?"

"No. Who went to the rooftop?"

"Don't talk like you're about to be reincarnated," Takikawa Anna said speechlessly, pointing to the envelope with the lark wax seal.

Yuji Ito opened the letter, and Anna Takikawa curiously leaned over.

The envelope contained only three words: "Bird on a Branch," and they were printed in print.

"Is this your secret flirting code?"

“Of course not,” Yuujin Ito put the envelope away, then turned to meet Anna Takikawa’s light blue eyes. “Do you remember what she looks like?”

"Now that you mention it, I really can't remember." Takikawa Anna tilted her head, trying hard to recall. "What's wrong?"

"It's okay. You and Asada Sakura go home first tonight. I have some things to take care of."

"it is good."

Anna Takikawa agreed readily, but no one knew what the unfriendly look in her eyes meant.

When school ended in the afternoon, the setting sun cast long shadows of Asada Sakura and Takikawa Anna.

Asada Sakura reluctantly stood next to Takigawa Anna, whose fingertips flew across the screen, and the curve of her lips resembled that of a cat that had stolen a bite of cream.

She suddenly looked up at Asada Sakura, her eyes filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Would you like to see a confession scene?"

"what?"

On the other side, Mori-gami Chinatsu, sitting in the classroom, hadn't received Ito Yuujin's lunchbox yet, and she gazed out the window at the campus.

Couples strolled hand in hand in the sunset, the falling cherry blossoms adding to their stories, their laughter faintly drifting through the windows.

"Boring."

She breathed white mist onto the glass, which quickly dissipated.

Bored, she stared at the passing students until two familiar figures appeared in her field of vision: the furtive Asada Sakura, carrying her lunchbox.

Chinatsu Mori's gaze moved in the direction they were following until Yuujin Ito appeared.

A meaningful smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.

Senior, things are in trouble.

The noise from the club activity room drifted from afar. Mori-gami Chinatsu grabbed her black backpack and stood up. A light shone in her eyes, and the twilight cast a deep purple shadow at the corners of her eyes.

Chapter 46 Rooftop, Misunderstanding, and the Cat

"A very beautiful sunset."

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, with her left hand loosely shielding her forehead, the orange-red afterglow filtering through her fingers tinted her eyelashes a translucent amber color.

"Roar!"

Anna Takikawa suppressed a scream of excitement. She and Sakura Asada arrived at the administration building across the street a step ahead, where they could overlook the entire rooftop.

"Is this something to be surprised about? Oh, I forgot you never went to school."

"Hey, Asada, you're really being mean! Just you wait and see, you'll see how sad you are in a minute."

Asada Sakura's gaze fell on the girl on the rooftop, her waist-length black hair being lifted by the wind.

The door leading to the rooftop was open, subtly revealing an unease.

“If we don’t go back, Ito won’t prepare dinner for us.”

"Don't worry, Yuujin Ito will be here soon."

Just as she said, Yuujin Ito walked out of that dark door, and Sakura Asada's pupils were momentarily dazed.

Arriving on the rooftop, you can hear the light music club rehearsing downstairs, and you can also see other classrooms busily preparing for tomorrow's cultural festival.

Yuji Ito saw two familiar figures: Fujikawa Kaze and Matsuzaka Hae were moving a cardboard box, and what was sticking out of the box seemed to be plush cat ears.

It's obvious that this was arranged by Sae Nagano.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle.

The girl standing on the edge of the rooftop turned around, raising her left hand again, this time not to block the afterglow, but to gently gather the strands of hair that had been ruffled by the wind.

"You've arrived."

"Ah."

Yuji Ito could tell from her simple hairstyle, which was held up with a black silk bow.

It's not surprising at all that Nagano Sae, who likes cat maids, is definitely not a "bird on a branch".

As for why she was here, Yuujin Ito could roughly guess.

The two remained silent for a long time, each waiting for the other to speak.

"It shouldn't be the love letter you left on my desk, right?"

"Since the president guessed it, why did he come here in person?"