Do I really have a thing for female voice actors?

She really wanted to give him a good dressing down in Japanese, to see how he learned it, since he always said things that caught her off guard and made her lose her mask.

Fortunately, Hina Aoki managed to maintain her disguise.

"Even if we're very close, Tazaki-kun wouldn't teach me, would he?"

"Yes, there will be a fine."

"I don't want to hear such adult reasons."

After she finished speaking, she chuckled softly, as if she felt that no matter how strange a girl she became, Tazaki Toru would always speak to her in such an honest, upright, and inflexible tone.

Thinking about it this way, I somehow felt much better.

"Was this song also written for that project?" she asked.

Now, Hina Aoki has learned that the project that Toru Tazaki is involved in is the same one that she is in.

But she didn't point it out, and even told Tachibana Rin not to make a fuss for the time being.

Although Tachibana Rin didn't understand why, she wouldn't miss out on something that sounded like a deliberate attempt to tease Tazaki Toru.

"Yes, it was written for them."

"I see."

So this song will probably be sung by that girl.

That's so great, I'm so envious of her.

"Tazaki-kun, may I make a request?"

"why?"

Tazaki Toru wouldn't answer "yes" to every girl he met.

"I lost a very important role today, and I probably... will never have the chance to get it again."

"Therefore, I need someone to comfort me, but as you know, Rin-chan, all she can think about is games. So, the only person I'm close to in this city is you, Tazaki-kun."

"So, I want Tazaki-kun to comfort me."

Faced with the girl's expectant gaze, Toru Tazaki didn't speak, but simply nodded.

Aoki Hina's face lit up with delight: "I'll be taking a break in a few days, can you take me out to relax?"

"I'm not familiar with Tokyo and can't think of any interesting places. I'm worried I'll disappoint you," Toru Tazaki said honestly.

"It's okay, there's a place I want to go."

"That's entirely up to you."

“Great! Ah! Does this count as an extracurricular activity?” she said cheerfully.

Tazaki Toru chuckled, speechless: "They really have become teacher and student?"

"Why not, Mr. Tazaki?"

"It sounds more like sarcasm."

Suddenly, her expression subtly changed, and she murmured in a voice barely perceptible to Toru Tazaki:

"I'm sorry."

I'm sorry I couldn't sing the song you wrote.

63. Send flowers. (Seeking monthly votes)

Early June.

A flower shop in Shinjuku.

In a corner of the flower shop, a young girl in an apron uniform trimmed an unknown flower, occasionally casting a passionate glance at someone standing somewhere in the shop.

In this day and age, it's rare to see single men come to buy flowers alone, especially young and handsome men like these.

Generally speaking, they don't need flowers as a means; their faces alone can be considered the best way to show themselves.

Tazaki Toru, surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, completely ignored the gaze directed at him.

After a long while, the shop owner, after careful selection, brought a neatly trimmed bouquet to Tazaki Toru.

"Sir, here are your flowers."

"Thank you."

After paying the bill, Tazaki Toru glanced at the time, pondered for a moment, and headed towards the theater.

She already had a striking face, and now, walking in the crowd holding such blooming flowers, she inevitably attracted attention again.

Fortunately, Toru Tazaki was already used to this kind of gaze.

As soon as I entered the theater, I saw groups of audience members queuing to have their tickets checked.

There was still an hour before the show started. It wasn't a particularly famous theater, and its capacity was not very large.

But none of that matters.

Tazaki Toru presented his contact ticket, and the receptionist glanced at the bouquet he was holding before letting him through.

Walking down a pristine white corridor, Tazaki Toru looked on with a curious gaze. Every now and then, staff members would pass by and give him a friendly nod.

On the sign outside a lounge, I saw the words "Mika Kohinata".

Tazaki Toru knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A familiar voice came from inside.

"Ah! You've come, Toru-kun."

The lounge was small, and Mika Takagi was sitting alone inside. Upon seeing Toru Tazaki, she immediately got up to greet him.

Her attire today was quite different from her usual style. She was wearing a very traditional rakugo (traditional Japanese storytelling) outfit, and her hairstyle was beautifully braided, unlike what one would expect from Mika Takagi herself.

With her face covered in exquisite makeup, her originally narrow eyes now looked exceptionally bright and expressive, making Tazaki Toru sigh that girls really are two different people after makeup.

Her eyes seemed to be coated with glittery powder, and Tazaki Toru didn't know what to call it, but it looked pretty.

"Yes, it's here."

As Tazaki Toru said this, his eyes scanned her up and down.

The girl turned around shyly, gently opening her arms. The haori she wore on the outside had a very simple and elegant pattern, which complemented her delicate face.

“What…what should I do?” she asked softly.

"nice."

Upon receiving such a confident answer, she couldn't help but shyly shrink her neck, lower her head slightly, and let out a very soft laugh that symbolized joy from her tightly pursed lips.

However, she suddenly felt dissatisfied.

She believed that the word "good-looking" should never be uttered so easily.

She had clearly expended a lot of courage to ask the question, yet he dismissed her so briefly and directly.

And he even directly complimented her on her looks.

It was like a difficult exam paper that had been painstakingly prepared; he glanced at it dismissively and handed in a perfect score.

From another perspective, if Tazaki Toru hesitated and stammered, she would also be unhappy.

Upon realizing this mindset, Mika Takagi couldn't help but feel resentful.

She was angry at herself for being such a troublesome girl.

"Congratulations on your successful performance." Toru Tazaki handed the bouquet of flowers to the girl.

Mika Takagi had been drawn to the flowers long ago, but now she couldn't care less about them, feeling that the man's gentle gaze was making her heart race.

When she came to her senses, she had already accepted the bouquet and was holding it tightly in her arms.

"Thank you, Tou-kun, I'll do my best." She smiled happily.

Tazaki Toru did not respond, but kept his head down as if he was examining something.

"Tou-kun? What are you looking at?" the girl asked curiously.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "This outfit is adorable, can we take a picture of it as a souvenir?"

Tazaki Toru was straightforward about his thoughts; he was not one to beat around the bush, and he said what he meant.

Upon hearing this, Mika Takagi's eyes widened, and she was momentarily at a loss for words.

When she came to her senses, she couldn't help but complain, "Honestly, today is the first day of the performance, and I'm so nervous, but Tou-kun is still making fun of me."

"How can you call it mockery? I genuinely find it adorable."

"The clothes...the clothes are cute?"

“She’s kind of cute,” Toru Tazaki said.

"Is that right?"

"If it were hanging on a clothes rack, I probably wouldn't even glance at it, but if you wear it, it looks so cute, like a scarf around a bear's neck. It's unbelievable."

Although she had considered this possibility, seeing how seriously Tazaki Toru spoke, she suddenly became speechless and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

After a long time, reason finally prevailed.

"Even if you praise me like this, it's still not allowed! We have rules that outsiders are not allowed to take photos backstage."

"Pity."

Seeing Tazaki Toru's reaction, she blushed and silently tugged at his sleeve, then tiptoed to his ear and whispered:

"I'll take the picture myself and send it to you later."

After she finished speaking, she realized that her behavior was indeed ambiguous, so she hurriedly let go of Tazaki Toru and took a few steps back.

"I see." Tazaki smiled.

Looking at the smile on the man's face, Mika Takagi almost forgot all the lines she had memorized for a month.

That was a full twenty pages of script, covered in dense black text. She had managed to cram it all into her not-so-bright head with great difficulty, so how could he possibly squeeze it all out now?

Just like a crowded tram during rush hour, why would he make everyone get off the tram as soon as he arrives?