Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Nagano Sae, who was standing to the side, was already used to it; it would have been strange if Ito hadn't accepted it.

"If anything similar happens after you buy equipment from that store, please be sure to contact me."

Saionji Chizuru bowed and apologized to Ito.

It seems the store manager and she have a close relationship, and perhaps she feels guilty about it.

This is the refinement of the head of the Light Music Club, something that a certain blond-haired guy who never even attends meetings can never match.

However, speaking of which, Ito sized the other person up. The light music club was the place with the most girls, so what about the actresses...?

"Cough, cough." Nagano Sae coughed a few times.

"Chizuru, we should go."

She took Saionji Chizuru's hand, and sunlight reflected off the silver chain on her wrist into Ito's eyes.

"Ito-san, let's talk about it another time." Saionji Chizuru said apologetically as she followed Nagano Sae away.

......

Ito, who was working the night shift, kept her hands busy.

The total cost was 860 yen.

Customers put money into a small bowl next to the cash register, and Ito then exchanges it into change and puts it in.

There are an unusually large number of people today. I heard there's an event nearby, with a relatively well-known second-rate band performing on the street.

However, due to the lack of prior application and the wrong venue selection, the group has been forcibly separated by the police.

According to the guests who came in, the bassist had been drinking and tried to have a fight with the police officer, successfully paying a hefty fine.

Just as Ito finished serving a customer, a bottle of strawberry milk came into view, quietly placed on the cashier's counter.

"Senior, it's been so long! Did you miss me?"

Chapter 98 Age Verification and Oden

Strawberry milk was placed on Ito's palm, and the two skins touched, the warm and smooth sensation instantly spreading through them.

"It costs 148 yen in total."

The coins clinked together in the small bowl, making a crisp sound. Mori's eyes crinkled as she smiled at Ito.

"Senior, you seem very busy today. Do you need my help?"

Ito didn't reply, but simply gave the money to the other party.

Mori walked around the cashier counter, put on the employee apron that was placed to the side, and came to another cashier counter.

The operation was clean and efficient, leaving only the electronic sound of the cash register scanning the code and the bubbling of the oden in the air.

A combination of handsome men and beautiful women always enjoys immense popularity. Ito's original team was already quite long, but after Mori took away almost half of the pressure, the number of members didn't decrease much.

There are many schools nearby, so the convenience store is mainly frequented by students.

Judging from the school uniforms, there are no students from Hibiya High School, so there is no plot that could lead to misunderstandings.

Despite it being her first time working as a convenience store cashier, Morishi handled the job with ease and became very familiar with it.

"Please give me a pack of cigarettes."

Standing before Ito was an elderly woman, the years having left their mark on her face.

"Could you please confirm your age?" Ito already had the type of cigarettes the other party needed in his hand.

"Huh?" Sure enough, the other side asked in surprise.

“Yes, age confirmed…” Ito repeated.

"Um...do you need it?"

“Um…it’s the rule, so…” Ito nodded to the other person.

“No need!” the woman raised her voice.

"Please cooperate."

"Check, please." The other person pointed their phone at the cash register. "I'll pay with this!"

"If you're a minor... we can't sell it to you."

"Are you here to make fun of me?" She stared at Ito with wide eyes, incredulous.

As expected, we were misunderstood; it's all the manager's fault for the rule.

"That's not how it is!" Ito's explanation was weak.

How old do I look?

“Hmm…” Ito looked at the other person and after thinking deeply, he spoke again to confirm, “Ten…Seventeen.”

"That's enough!" The other person was already getting angry, their tone rising. "You're definitely messing with me!"

The commotion was quite significant, drawing the attention of many people in the convenience store.

“Senior…” Mori tugged at Ito’s arm, his gesture suggesting he wanted to take Ito’s place.

But Ito remained unmoved; verifying age was the store manager's quirk and also part of his bonus.

"It's seventeen!" he said again, contradicting himself.

"That's enough! You're making me uncomfortable! Really! Hurry up and pay the bill! What are you thinking!"

"Even if I take you to the police station, you're okay with that?" Ito's tone turned serious, and he put his hands together. "It'll turn out like that! Your life will be ruined!?"

Ito became increasingly serious, his tone turning lecturing, "If you start smoking before you're even an adult, you'll lose your mind! Is it okay to waste your life like that?!"

"It's time to seriously consider these things!" Seeing the other party's attitude soften, Ito's tone gradually calmed down as well. "What should we do? Think about it carefully."

“Senior…” Mori’s eyes seemed to have discovered a new continent.

The woman who had been constantly being lectured pursed her lips, grabbed her hair with both hands, and when she heard Ito speak again, "There are still many things to do, right?" her eyes became clear.

"Youth is only for the present! Don't forget that!? Why do something like this..." Ito said with a hint of exasperation, "Why buy cigarettes? Isn't that a waste of your youth!?"

"Think about it again?"

Just when Mori thought the other party was about to explode, the woman said hesitantly, "I'm sorry."

She gently pushed the cigarette toward Ito with her fingers. "Let's forget about this, thank you." Then she walked towards the door. "I'll head back now."

"Enjoy your youth to the fullest!"

"Thank you." The other person had a bright smile on their face and skipped away into the distance.

Phew~ It's finally over. Ito put away his cigarette. Because of this mandatory rule, it was really not easy to meet the store manager's crazy demands.

Only a minority of people bring their ID cards to buy cigarettes or alcohol. Apart from repeat customers, only people like Hayakawa are likely to make purchases of these products.

With Ito's matter resolved, Mori returned to his job.

Unfortunately, another customer who had come to buy cigarettes appeared. She glanced at Ito, then turned back to reply, "Could you please confirm your age?"

The customer this time was a middle-aged man, who had probably just gotten off work.

As expected, the story unfolded, with Mori's words and expressions perfectly mimicking Ito's.

In addition, her naturally cute appearance and harmless tone not only made the middle-aged office worker opposite her give up the idea of ​​buying cigarettes, but also gave Mori a bottle of strawberry milk.

Making her a stage actress would be absolutely no problem.

Mori stayed with her until midnight when she got off work. She stretched her body, yawning like a cat, and the hem of her school uniform rode up two inches, revealing a light brown mole on her side.

"How are you going to reward me this time, senior?" She suddenly turned around and looked at Ito.

It doesn't seem like he asked for it, so why would he be rewarded?

He untied his apron strap, raised an eyebrow as if to object, but Mori spoke first, "Then let my senior take me home."

Is it far or not?

"..." Mori squatted down and took off the employee's apron and folded it neatly.

"Senior!"

Such a kitten-like display of affection is quite rare for Mori.

“I can treat you to oden, senior!” she stood up. “Besides, my home isn’t far from here, and it’s not safe for a girl to walk alone at night.”

Although he felt that others would be the ones who were unsafe, Ito eventually agreed.

The two shadows stretched long and thin on the roadside, the oden in their hands steaming, and Mori took a bite of white radish, making a "whoosh~" sound.

A few shops were still lit up on the street. Although neon lights don't have a nightlife, it depends on the situation. For example, video stores are open 24 hours a day, and a few NPCs will regularly spawn and sit in the lobby doing nothing.

"Don't you eat konjac, senior?" Mori asked, poking the brown cube in the paper bowl with a bamboo skewer, causing some soup to splash out.

Ito shook his head and let General Mori take the konjac.

The night wind swept past, carrying the sound of train whistles from the railway bridge. Morishi suddenly squatted down to tie her shoelaces. When she stood up again, the steam from the oden made her bangs stick to her forehead.

“Look, senior! Our shadows are holding hands.” She suddenly pointed to the shadows under the streetlight ahead.

Before she finished speaking, her shadow suddenly stretched out its arm and merged with Ito's shadow fingertips.

"Next time we don't see each other, you should take the initiative to contact me. It can't always be me contacting you. Besides, I sent you so many messages today, and you didn't reply to a single one."

Mori lowered his head and mumbled on and on, his tone tinged with grievance, before his voice suddenly rose.

“If you don’t do it this way,” she looked up at Ito with a determined gaze, “then I will come to you. You don’t want to be disturbed while you’re working, do you?”

Such a gentle threat, completely harmless.

They were just crossing the railway bridge when the moonlight cut through the arch and illuminated the space between them.

Ito suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at Mori beside him. The lingering warmth of the oden rose between the two of them.

"Senior...why is something wrong?"

Chapter 99: Excessive demands cannot be met.

The moon hung high in the sky, its dim, golden light bathing the two of them.