Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

According to Ito, this warabi mochi should be drizzled with brown sugar sauce, but Mori only sprinkled a symbolic amount of white sugar on it.

He glanced at Mori, who was munching on a small sandwich, while her gaze was fixed on the track and field in the distance.

Making these would take quite a while, and it's precisely because they're so tedious and troublesome that he doesn't want to get up early to prepare.

"Mori, what time did you get up this morning?"

"A little after six o'clock, because today's white jade matcha warabi mochi is quite troublesome to make," Mori replied casually.

I felt guilty; I got up so early to prepare lunch, and yet I still had to endure his harassment.

He was right even though he didn't think he was wrong.

"Senior, do you think I'm great?" Mori moved closer to Ito, looking at him playfully. "Would you like a capable girlfriend like me, or a virtuous wife?"

Ito ate a mentaiko cheese sandwich sprinkled with seaweed flakes and nodded in agreement with Mori's statement.

If his partner can cook, it's definitely a plus for him.

I wonder if Asada's skills can reach Mori's level, but Takikawa's evaluation seems to be quite good.

Seeing Ito nod, Mori revealed his signature fangs, "Then I'll reluctantly agree to be your girlfriend."

what?

Ito turned around quickly and almost choked when he heard Mori's sudden words. He patted his chest to let the food stuck in his throat fall down.

"Cough, cough."

Seeing this, Mori patted Ito's back gently, but kept talking, "Senpai, I know I'm fine, but you don't have to be so agitated."

Ito tried to speak, but all he got in return was a cough. He wanted to argue back.

How could he have agreed to date Mori?!

The situation only improved after he drank the miso soup that was offered to him.

"Thank you." Ito thanked Mori, even though Mori was partly to blame for the situation.

"No need, this is what a girlfriend should do."

Mori took a small sip of the miso soup that Ito had just drunk.

“What I just said wasn’t a yes to a confession.” Ito said seriously.

"I know," Mori said, setting down the small bowl. "But I'm serious..."

For a moment, Ito was in a daze and didn't know what to do. He sorted out his thoughts and was about to speak when he heard Mori continue, "The joke was serious."

"call......"

Relieved, Ito thought he would never cross paths with Mori again. Actually, he quite liked when Mori took him shopping, and he felt quite relaxed when they were together.

"Hehe~" Mori's eyes curved into crescents, his gaze sly. "Was I scary, senpai?"

"Yes, I was startled." Ito's tone was somewhat indifferent.

"Heartless senior, if I had really confessed just now, wouldn't that mean I was rejected?" Mori said, sounding a little annoyed.

"It's a good thing you didn't confess, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to deal with a girl who's a loser."

Ito tried a piece of pickled cucumber; its crisp texture and perfectly balanced flavor made it a very good dish.

"I'm not a loser, you can just spend your life with food." Mori glared at Ito.

For some reason, it gives me a sense of déjà vu with Asada Sakura.

"Actually, I didn't intend to make this joke." Mori said to himself.

The teriyaki chicken sandwich was also quite delicious, with Japanese mayonnaise and chicken breast topped with teriyaki sauce.

"But it's all because of my senior!" General Mori picked up the only cup of mandarin orange pulp yogurt.

He was also quite curious to try what it tasted like.

"What does this have to do with me?" Ito continued Mori's question.

"Do I need to spell it out, senior? I just peeked..."

"Stop! I understand everything after that, but I still don't understand what it has to do with confessing my feelings."

“Eh…” General Mori picked up the lid of the bento box that was placed to the side.

Whether it was yesterday or today, the lunch boxes are made of wood and have floral and bird patterns on them.

The white that Ito mentioned is the color of the fruit that the flowers on the bento boxes today bear.

“This is mistletoe,” Mori said, tracing the pattern on the box with his finger. “Legend has it that anyone standing under it must kiss, just like its flower language: tenderness in dire straits.”

"So you originally wanted to prank me with a kiss." Ito understood what she meant.

There's a reason why the lid was raised so high in the first place.

"It's all my senior's fault, he had to bring up white..."

The berries were indeed white, and he wasn't wrong.

"Is the senior thinking about something inappropriate again?"

"No, really." Ito chose the remaining dessert, white jade matcha warabi mochi. "We're filming a short video after school today, are you coming?"

"Today..." Mori scraped the yogurt cup back and forth with a spoon, "I'm busy."

"I'm sorry, senior, I declined your first invitation."

That makes him seem like a tragic figure in the game of love.

"Do you need my help?"

Mori looked at Ito and then turned back. "Although I know you're such a mean guy, senpai, I'm just being polite, but thank you anyway. No need to trouble yourself, it's just that someone I dislike has come to visit, so I have to be there."

"That's a pity." Ito selectively ignored the unpleasant words.

They remained quietly in the fire escape stairwell, and did not speak again, while cheers and shouts from the track and field team downstairs could be heard from time to time.

After a long silence, Mori put down the yogurt cup in her hand, without eating a single bite.

"I won't be able to have lunch with you for a while, senior."

"Why? Is it because of that guy you hate?"

Mori didn't answer, she just nodded. She picked up the bento box that Ito had cleaned yesterday, "You can return this bento box to me next time you have time."

Before she finished speaking, she turned and left. Her light purple hair, bathed in sunlight and accompanied by the fresh scent of flowers and fruits, reminded Ito of lavender, of lavender blooming under a windmill.

Chapter 79 Crackdown on Film Clubs

After lunch, I returned to the classroom with a lunchbox featuring a mistletoe design.

Class time passed uneventfully, and soon it was time for club activities.

Teacher Toji brushed the chalk dust off his hands, placed them on the podium, and scanned the students in the classroom.

"That concludes this lesson. You can now enjoy your club activities. I have a lot of work to do, endless materials to organize, and a meeting to attend later. I was even kept behind by the principal..."

Okay, okay, please stop bringing sad topics into the classroom. I don't want to hear any more complaints about work.

After a two-minute appeal, Ms. Toji's gaze fell on Ito, who was sitting in the back row by the window, and she said something inexplicable.

"Yesterday, because of the rain, the teacher saw many people sharing umbrellas. Although it is the teacher's duty to protect the students' relationships, today is a sunny day, so we still need to follow the school rules first."

...A teacher's duty is clearly to educate and nurture students.

Ito was powerless to correct Totsuki's strange remarks; he felt that the other man was subtly or overtly pointing fingers at him.

The inclusion of elements like umbrellas is unlikely to be a coincidence.

After Ms. Toji left the classroom, the students went off to participate in club activities in groups.

"Ito, where are you going later?" Takikawa was waiting for Asada to come to him when he suddenly looked at Ito beside him. "Aren't you going to the rooftop to film a short video after school?"

Students came and went through the sliding doors of the classroom. A small figure walked in from outside the door and went to Takikawa's side.

"Ito, do you want to come along?" Asada also extended an invitation.

His status as a member of the Homecoming Department seems to have garnered him a lot of attention at this time.

Club activities last for an hour, and he couldn't bring himself to do something so lonely, like being alone in the classroom. If he joined the light music club, he was afraid he would spread that lonely atmosphere and create a lonely band.

He would not accept Asada's and Takikawa's suggestions either.

He could already imagine the members of the cooking department staring at him with malicious eyes, then sharpening their knives and cooking noodles in the dishwater right in front of him.

"No." Ito shook his head.

Seeing this, Takikawa didn't insist any further. She took Asada's hand and walked out of the classroom.

"Ito!" A piercing shout rang out from outside the stairwell.

Without even guessing, they knew who it was. Takikawa and her companion stopped in their tracks, wanting to see who it was as well.

Hurried footsteps and a striking blond haircut came into view. Fujikawa Kaze rushed into the classroom, out of breath, his middle parting now slicked back.

He stood in front of Ito, his hands on his knees, panting heavily, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Once his breathing had calmed down a bit, he tried to grab Ito's wrist, but Ito avoided him with disdain.

"Let's talk things out, don't get physical."

"Quick, come with me to the club." Fujikawa Kaze's tone was urgent.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Ito frowned.

"There's no time to explain. We'll talk on the way. Come with me quickly."

He followed Fujikawa Kaze out of the classroom, and as he passed Asada, he gave him a reassuring look.

The two walked through the third-floor corridor, weaving through the crowd.

"What happened?" Ito asked, following behind Fujikawa Kaze.

"You ghost member, you still have the nerve to mention it? I don't know which bastard reported me to the student council for protecting you. We're sending people down to investigate now." Fujikawa Kaze's voice was urgent.

"Didn't we go through several checkups before? Why are you in such a hurry now?" Ito asked, puzzled.

"Um, um..."