Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"You should go in too," Hayakawa Miki urged, then noticed Asada lingering in the entryway, staring cautiously at her stockinged feet. "You should stay outside for now."

"boom."

She closed the apartment door.

Chapter 77 Committing All Kinds of Evil

With Mori's bento box at his feet, Ito looked helplessly at Takikawa, who was deliberately keeping a distance from him.

"Why don't you pull the table apart first?" Ito pointed to the table where the two of them were leaning against each other.

Now that the textbooks have been delivered, and there's no need to share a single book, it makes no sense for the desks not to be separated.

Takikawa glanced sideways at Ito, her eyes seemingly saying that Ito was an "utterly wicked" person. She deliberately slammed her pen on the table, making a sound, and then turned her head away.

Takikawa has maintained this state since yesterday.

Ito recalled that last night, after he and Asada cleaned up the pots and pans in the kitchen after dinner, they heard the sound of a key scratching against a lock coming from the entrance hall—Takikawa, dripping wet, stood at the door, his eyes fixed on Ito and Asada.

"Out of battery?" Her voice, chattering, mingled with the sound of rain as she held up her cream-colored phone.

Asada hurriedly handed her a towel, and her emotions calmed down a little, but she remained indifferent to Ito.

Then, in front of her, Ito took out his phone and unlocked the screen. His resentment reached its peak, and the little red dot on Line told Ito the reason for what happened.

Takikawa: "Can you come pick me up? Please reply if you receive this!"

Takikawa: "If you don't pick me up, you're doomed!!!"

Takikawa: "Are you here?"

Takikawa: "I was just kidding, Ito. You don't want me to catch a cold from getting wet in the rain, do you?"

Takikawa: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, please forgive me."

......

Ito read these kinds of text messages for a while, and he could roughly sense the other person's pain.

The last message was sent at 8:05 PM: "It's so windy, I'm feeling a bit cold. Could you hurry up a little? Please be careful on the road."

His pitiful words made him feel a little guilty, so he allowed her to use his bathroom without charging her.

Back to the present, Ito wanted to ease the tension, so the table had to be moved. Because of Takikawa, he was receiving more attention from the teacher in class.

"You're in great physical condition." The first step in starting a conversation is to praise you, followed by an example: "You were caught in such heavy rain last night, and you're still fine."

"If you can't speak, you don't have to." Takikawa slowly turned his head, issuing a stern warning in a hoarse voice.

I didn't see her sneeze or cough, so I thought she was fine, but it turns out she still caught it.

"You have a cold." Ito took out some cold medicine from the drawer and placed it on Takikawa's desk with a soft thud.

Takikawa stared at the white medicine box, his brows furrowed. Ito's voice came from beside him, "Take it once in the morning and once in the evening, after meals."

Seemingly remembering something, Ito rummaged in his pocket and placed the fruit candy next to the medicine box.

Seeing Takikawa staring at him, Ito nodded.

"Sweet."

Seeing Ito's expression, Takikawa, who had been pretending to be cool for a long time, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, but immediately stopped himself.

"Don't think I'll forgive you just because I'm saying this." She put away the medicine box and candy. "The harm you've done to me can never be repaid."

He was portrayed as someone who had committed heinous crimes, and Ito could only repeat, "Okay."

Once Takikawa seemed less angry, he cautiously asked, "Could you put the table back in its original position?"

"Hmph." Takikawa let out a soft snort, ignoring Ito's request.

Seeing this, Ito had no choice but to give up; he couldn't forcibly move the table away.

Just as he was pondering how to minimize his presence next to Takikawa so that the teacher would ignore him as before, Takikawa's voice rang out beside him.

“If I move the seats, then when the students come after class, I have no reason to make them leave.” Takikawa looked at the student on duty wiping the blackboard. “And I have no reason to make them keep quiet.”

Ito paused for a moment, recalling that he had indeed had a peaceful rest yesterday afternoon.

It's impossible for Takikawa to refuse the other classmates' advances, as that would likely lead to rumors of him looking down on his classmates. However, if they do get close, their conversations will disturb him.

"Are you going to the rooftop to film short videos after school today?" Takikawa asked.

"Your body?"

"I'm in good physical condition, as you said."

"Then let's go. It won't take long. We just need to film the very beginning of the dance."

His plan wasn't to teach "God's Flow" all at once; he wanted to first film the ten or so seconds needed for the short video, and then learn the rest gradually.

Alternatively, a short dance clip could be played each week.

"Which club did you ultimately choose?"

Ito gazed at Takikawa's flawless profile, pondering his choice.

It should be the Light Music Club, since Naoto Shinno is there too, but considering Ori Kurokawa's influence, they might choose something else.

The dance club is also good; it allows her to exercise her body every day, and it's also related to her career.

A film club would also be fine.

"Cooking Department."

"The cooking club? The cooking club?" Ito turned to look at Takikawa with some disbelief. "You can cook?"

"No, except for instant noodles."

"That?"

"The cooking club doesn't necessarily mean learning to cook. My task seems to be to solve the problem of the main dishes that are made."

"That would be perfect for you."

At least I don't need to prepare dinner.

"Besides the main course, what about dessert?" Ito noticed the loophole in her words.

"The desserts are Asada's; she's also in the culinary department." Takikawa turned to Ito, his eyes full of doubt. "You didn't know?"

He genuinely didn't know. Yesterday, Asada said there was nothing going on with the clubs, and he assumed it was something like the Literature Club. The Cooking Club certainly fit her personality.

"So she'll be responsible for handling the food department's output together with you, is that right?"

Takikawa nodded, then shook his head.

"Asada can cook, unlike me."

Somewhat surprised, yet also finding it reasonable, Asada didn't deliberately hide it. After all, he was a child from a poor family, and cooking was an essential skill. He recalled the amulet he had placed in his purse.

Embroidery counts too.

Before the lunch break bell rang, he received a text message from Chinatsu Mori, inviting him to meet at their usual spot.

Yesterday's rain made him and Asada tired, so they chose to rest early and didn't prepare any bento boxes.

So when Mori-gami invited him, Ito didn't refuse and returned the bento box to her.

As for Asada's lunch, Takikawa continued to take care of it, and he also left 500 yen coins on the table.

Upon reaching the fire escape staircase, a lunchbox lay at his feet, but Mori had yet to appear.

Mori: "I have some things to take care of, please wait a moment, senior."

Mori: "Kitten Apologizes.JPG"

Ito put down his phone, but the screen remained lit, and the kitten, holding the dried fish, tilted its head and bowed.

Light footsteps came from the top of the stairs, gradually approaching.

The moment Ito looked up, a shadow descended before his figure could appear.

The bento box was the first thing that caught my eye, and then...

"Perverted senior!!!"

Her shout hit the metal railing, startling the sparrows that were perched there.

Chapter 78 The Unexpected Flower Language Offensive

Mori sat to Ito's left, muttering things like "pervert."

It can't all be blamed on Ito; he didn't expect Mori's skirt to be blown up by the wind, and right above his head.

He didn't see it on purpose.

"Senior, have you noticed anything different about today's bento box?"

“White.” Ito looked at the white fruit on the bento box.

“Pervert…” Mori whispered.

Ito felt wronged, but he couldn't show it, so he could only pretend he hadn't heard.

In situations like this, the more you explain, the more confused things become.

General Mori opened the bento box, held the lid high above the two people's heads with both hands, and then placed it aside.

"What are you doing?" Ito didn't understand the meaning of her action.

"I don't want to talk to you right now, please do so later."

I feel a bit frustrated; I'm disliked again.

Today's meals were simpler than before, but still plentiful.

The bento box has three layers. The first layer contains three kinds of small sandwiches, totaling twelve.

The second layer consists of vegetables: teriyaki mushrooms, stew served in small pumpkin jars, broccoli, and pickled cucumbers.

The third tier is dessert: a yogurt cup with mandarin orange pulp, topped with cornflakes.

There's also Shiratama Matcha Warabi Mochi, which is a transparent rice cake made from kudzu starch coated with soybean flour, sandwiched with matcha cream, and topped with a small Shiratama rice cake.