Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

It cannot be changed; we can only try to prevent the outcome from worsening.

After all, the reason Mori came to the apartment was to recreate the loving bento box she made at noon.

Putting aside the question of whether Asada could cook it or not, there was simply no food in the refrigerator.

For example, the fried cod fillet was made with exceptionally high-quality cod. As for cheaper cod...

This thing doesn't exist in the house either.

Perhaps, and by "perhaps," he meant that it was possible that they simply had a meal together after discovering they had no ingredients.

As for Takikawa's alarmist remarks...

This guy has been spouting nonsense for quite some time now.

Hayakawa's lack of response was also due to the fact that he had drunk too much during the dinner party.

That must be it!

Ito walked home, and as he approached his apartment, he looked out the window at the lights that were on inside.

The mystery of whether the cat was dead was soon solved.

Footsteps echoed in the stairwell as he climbed the stairs as fast as he could.

She quickly took a moment to catch her breath and calm her disheveled appearance from the strenuous exercise in front of the door.

Insert the key into the lock, turn it gently, and you'll hear a crisp "click." Place your other hand on the doorknob and pull open the apartment door.

The door was slowly pulled open, and light gently shone on him from left to right.

"I am back."

After shouting those words into the empty room, Ito frowned.

The person is not here.

After changing his shoes in the entryway, he headed to the kitchen.

There were still water stains in the sink, the cutting board hadn't been washed, and the spatula was in the pan with water bubbling with transparent foam, which shimmered with iridescent colors under the light.

He opened the refrigerator, and it was still full of the vegetables and fruits he had stored before, with no obvious changes. Just as he was wondering what they had done, a loud noise came from next door.

It sounded like bowls and chopsticks shattering on the floor, accompanied by the sounds of women arguing.

You could vaguely hear someone apologizing repeatedly.

Yes, it's right next door.

With that thought in mind, Ito quickly closed the refrigerator door and rushed to the next room.

"Bang! Bang!"

He knocked on the metal door next door, making a sound.

But the noise inside showed no signs of stopping, drowning out the knocking.

Seeing this, Ito increased the pressure in his hands, his worries growing.

If it's just a simple meal, is it really necessary to argue? Let alone apologize.

The argument inside the room was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

"Here it comes," Hayakawa's impatient voice came from inside.

She opened the door a crack and cautiously peered at Ito through the thick security latch.

"It's you? What's up?"

Hayakawa's small opening obscured the view, so even though Ito was half a head taller than her, he could only vaguely see the scene inside the room.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, Hayakawa straightened up and tied her hair up to take up the remaining space.

"You are not allowed to look into the girls' rooms without permission," Hayakawa warned.

He didn't care about such a dirty and messy environment.

To prevent the person inside from overhearing their conversation, Ito deliberately lowered his voice and asked Hayakawa, "What happened before? And why haven't you been replying to my messages?"

Hayakawa Miki took a step back, crossing her arms in front of her chest, unintentionally making her full breasts even more eye-catching.

She tilted her head slightly, looked Ito up and down as he stood outside the door, and then revealed a disdainful expression.

"You can't even reply to your girlfriend's messages, yet you expect me to reply to yours?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in a quiet environment.

Chapter 113 "Apartment Scandal Part Two"

Standing on the corridor outside the door, the chilly March wind was blowing, and the bare branches behind me swayed under the dim streetlights.

Wait a minute, where did this girlfriend of mine come from, and how did Hayakawa know about it?

"Are you wondering how your older sister found out?" Hayakawa sighed softly when she saw that the other person was standing outside the door like a wooden stake without saying a word. "Yu, your older sister is very disappointed in you."

That was truly a complete and utter failure.

"Is that Ito?" Takikawa's voice suddenly came from inside the room.

She jogged to the door, removed the safety lock, and opened the door.

"Come in quickly, have you eaten?" Takikawa's hair was tied up with two hair ties.

That's great, it's Takikawa who is dignified and proper in front of outsiders.

As soon as Ito stepped inside, his eyes were covered by Hayakawa's warm hand.

"Don't look yet!"

"Why?" Ito asked, puzzled.

He heard a soft rustling sound, and a figure quickly passed by him, the scent of fruity clothing brushing against his skin.

The rich aroma of flowers and fruits is mixed with a faint scent of wine.

"Mori-gami?" Ito exclaimed the moment he realized it.

"Ito-senpai, may I use your bathroom?" Mori's voice gradually faded into the distance.

It disappeared completely as the door to the next room slammed shut with a "bang".

The bathroom? What happened?

"Asada, aren't you going to tidy up?"

Not far away, Takikawa seemed to be talking to Asada.

"Okay." As Hayakawa finished speaking, he covered Ito's hand.

With the light restored, I was able to see the situation inside the room.

Having experienced cleaning in Takikawa, the area was much cleaner than the previous "garbage dump".

There were only obvious water stains left on a small patch of floor next to the dining table, and Asada's wet hair and water droplets seeping from the corner of her clothes.

Her clothes were also soaked, and she was clumsily wiping the water droplets hanging from her chin with a napkin.

It's not raining.

Ito walked over and sat down at an empty seat at the table. When his eyes swept over the dishes on the table, he was momentarily taken aback.

“It was Asada who made it,” Takikawa explained to him.

"Moriue also helped," Asada added quietly, her nose red. "She bought the groceries."

Surprisingly, it was almost indistinguishable from the dishes at lunchtime in terms of appearance.

"What happened to you...?" Ito couldn't help but look at Asada again and ask, mainly because Asada looked too miserable.

"N-It's alright." Asada shook her head slightly, a few drops of water being flicked away with her movement.

"Here, a towel." Hayakawa walked over with a clean towel and handed it to Asada.

"Thank you." Asada took the towel, thanked her softly, and immediately wrapped the towel around her head and rubbed it vigorously. Her chestnut hair instantly stood up in a few clumps, like a newly built bird's nest.

At that moment, she inadvertently looked up and met Ito's gaze. She quickly lowered her head and buried her face deeply in the towel.

Takikawa placed the bowl of rice in front of Ito, and then put chopsticks next to it.

The rice in the bowl was steaming, which was particularly noticeable in the slightly cool air.

"So kind of you?" Ito asked, picking at his rice with his chopsticks, still somewhat skeptical.

I hope there's nothing hidden in here.

"Don't worry, Anna won't dare to make a mistake now." Hayakawa chuckled softly, holding a glass of wheat beer in her hand.

"It's all because of you!" Takikawa glared at Hayakawa, who was laughing at him.

"I won't blurt out anything just because I drink," Hayakawa said, swirling his beer. "I'm very tight-lipped."

Takikawa's face flushed red, and the piece of mentaiko yam he was picking up with his chopsticks suddenly slipped and fell back into the miso soup bowl with a "plop," splashing oil everywhere.

Ito silently picked up the barley tea beside him and took a sip, mentally processing what had happened.

"That's my barley tea."

Having finally escaped the towel trap, Asada watched as her barley tea was drunk and only dared to whisper a reminder.

"Uh, it's actually quite delicious." To cover up his embarrassment, Ito took another sip in front of Asada.

"Yu, it seems that Chika is staying here tonight. I can't take in anyone else. You'll have to figure it out yourself," Hayakawa said casually. "But don't you dare bully her."

“If you really can’t resist…” Hayakawa paused for a moment, “I have an unopened box of protective supplies by my bedside. Remember to get it after you finish eating.”

"Cough, cough." Ito, who was eating, suddenly choked and coughed violently.

It's not because of any protective measures or other nonsense, but rather...

"Why would she stay overnight?" Ito looked at Hayakawa in disbelief.

"That's a question for Sakura, who's all wet." Hayakawa's eyes held a meaningful curve.

"Ah, I..." Asada tried to explain, but after a long time, she could only utter stuttering words, and finally she lowered her head.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble."