Tokyo Soft Rice King.

"That's because you haven't truly loved someone yet. Once you fall in love with someone, you'll realize that it's a feeling that brings happiness just by having them."

"Just having it makes you happy...it sounds like magic."

"Hehe, yes, it really does seem like magic. But love doesn't only bring happiness; sometimes, it can also bring immense pain..."

As she spoke, Grandma Lin's smile turned into a bitter one.

“You see, he has already left me, but I still keep his clothes, because only in this way can I feel that he is still by my side.”

"Mother-in-law..."

"Oh dear, look at me, I get old and like to talk about random things. I'm just saying whatever comes to mind. I won't meddle in your young people's business."

Grandma Kobayashi brought the topic to a close at the right moment. She had only sensed a hint of envy from Murasaki no Miyako regarding the relationship between the two old married couples, which was why she offered some advice from someone who had been through it all.

Moreover, she actually felt it was a real pity that Murasomiya Shion was paired with Kuroba Akira.

What makes that guy so special that he deserves to marry such a beautiful wife?

She's still the precious daughter of the Murasaki family...

If Kuroba Akira, who always talks about wanting to give up and live a life of leisure, were to become a live-in son-in-law, what would happen?

It would be best to let Ziyin take the lead and mold Kuroba Akira into a henpecked husband, so as to prevent her from following in her footsteps.

"In any case, the current situation, living under the same roof, is also a good opportunity for you, Shion-chan. You will have many opportunities to interact, so try to get to know him better."

"Yes, I will."

"Okay, then tell me your clothing size, and I'll get you a set of loungewear tomorrow."

"Thank you so much, Grandma."

Just then, Kuroba Akira, who had changed into Jinbe, returned and walked in while drying his hair with a towel.

"I'm done washing, pretty quick, right!"

Granny Kobayashi's expression changed instantly, as if her gentle demeanor towards Murasaki Nyanko was all a lie, and she angrily reprimanded Kuroba Akira.

"You little rascal! Dry your hair before you come out! Don't drip water everywhere!"

Kuroba Akira pretended not to hear and stuffed the tracksuit in his hand into Murasaki no Miyabi's arms.

"Here, it's your turn to wash. Wear this after you're done."

"Okay, thank you..."

Murasaki reached out and took Kuroba Akira's tracksuit; the oversized jacket and pants would probably look baggy on him.

She remembered a style of clothing called "boyfriend shirt," which refers to a girl wearing only her boyfriend's oversized white shirt, which can be considered a dress. Because it is revealing and looks very provocative, it is very popular among men.

It seems every guy hopes his girlfriend will wear his shirt at least once...

The situation at Murasaki Palace was quite the opposite; only the lining was missing because Akira Kuroba's tracksuit short-sleeved shirt had been taken to be washed.

Furthermore, there are no spare underwear available, meaning that after showering, Murasaki no Miyako can only wear this tracksuit naked.

His entire body was covered in Akira Kuroba's tracksuit...

Even with almost no skin exposed, Murasaki felt inexplicably ashamed.

"Then I'll go back to my room and wait for you, old lady. Hurry up and get the bedding out, I'm sleeping in the living room tonight."

Kuroba Akira was greeted by Kobayashi's grandmother's wonderfully beautiful hometown dialect profanity, which even the Japanese couldn't match.

However, in the end, Granny Kobayashi still brought out a new set of bedding and pillows, not for Kuroba Akira, but because she was worried that Kuroba Akira would have the nerve to share a blanket with Murasaki no Miyako.

Even though Kuroba Akira promised that he would never do anything, the possibility of a young man and woman sleeping together is greater than that of a beast.

Grandma Kobayashi didn't believe in Kuroba Akira's willpower. She thought he was a guy who was always thinking about lying down and living off women. Could he resist eating something that was offered to him?

This kid will definitely take advantage of you and then try to get away with it!

But she now knows that Shion has sealed away her own love.

She needs time to gradually realize her own feelings.

At this point, cooking raw rice into cooked rice would be counterproductive.

This can distort a young girl's views on gender and love.

Thinking of this, Granny Kobayashi remembered an old object that could come in handy, helping Kuroba Akira and Murasomiya Shion maintain a subtle distance.

"Hey, brat, come with me to the warehouse."

"What are you doing?"

"Move something. With that, you won't have to sleep in the living room anymore."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Double bed."

Chapter Thirty: I Want to Sleep Above You

"Old woman... this is the double bed you were talking about?"

Kuroba Akira looked at the 'double bed' placed deep in the warehouse and was slightly speechless.

The so-called double bed actually refers to a bunk bed.

"Yes, although it's been around for a while... well, it's still quite sturdy, and it looks like it should still be usable."

Grandma Kobayashi also came over, grasped the ladder of the bunk bed and shook it to test its strength, a nostalgic look on her face.

Kuroba Akira asked, puzzled.

"Why would you have something like this in your house? Do you have many children, old lady?"

"I only have one son."

"So who is this for?"

“These are things my husband and I used before we lived here. We haven’t used them since we moved here, but we kept them as souvenirs. I never thought they would come in handy.”

"Then why did it stop working later?"

Upon hearing this question, Granny Kobayashi immediately gave Kuroba Akira a disdainful look, as if to say, "Are you sure you really want to ask this question?"

Well, there's really no need to ask. Kuroba Akira also realized that his question was foolish.

As for why they stopped using it later, it's because once they got married, they would sleep in the same bed, so there was no need for a bunk bed.

“Before we got married, my relationship with him was rather ambiguous, but I couldn’t leave his side, so he made this bed for me by hand.”

"Did the old man make this himself? The old man has this skill too..."

Kuroba Akira didn't know what Kobayashi's grandfather did, but there weren't many people who could make a bed by hand.

"Yes, he said it was to commemorate his time in the military."

"The army... I didn't know the old man had served in the army."

I see. No wonder this thing exists; it's a replica of a standard military bunk bed.

Indeed, this bunk bed doesn't resemble a typical home bunk bed for siblings; it's not aesthetically pleasing at all, and its construction is extremely simple.

However, this bunk bed reminded Kuroba Akira of his college life in his previous life. When he was a freshman and sophomore, he lived in an eight-person dormitory and slept on this kind of bed.

It was a lively time back then. Eight boys gathered together, and it was practically a carnival for the idea geniuses. They came up with new ideas every day, and laughter filled the entire hallway. The whole building was in chaos. Happiness was that simple.

However, starting in his junior year, Kuroba Akira moved to a four-person dormitory. Although the living environment was much better, he still felt a sense of loneliness. Although his previous roommates lived next door, and visiting each other was still as lively as before, the feeling of being as close as father and son in the bunk beds was gone.

Akira Kuroba also regrets that he can no longer be the father of his good sons.

In short, having a bed to sleep in is definitely more comfortable than sleeping on a sofa.

"He was originally a soldier, and I came into contact with him because of his very special identity... Well, it's all old news, let's not talk about it."

Grandma Kobayashi didn't want to talk about these past events anymore, so she directed Kuroba Akira to drag the bed out of the storeroom.

"Take it out, wipe it clean, and then move it to your room."

"Old woman, were you sleeping on the top or bottom floor back then?"

"I sleep on the bottom... Why are you asking that?"

"It's nothing, so you just like being on the bottom."

"You brat!!! You %￥&@&&*@**￥**%**＃!!!"

Kuroba Akira's dirty joke successfully enraged Grandma Kobayashi, who then unleashed a string of extremely foul-mouthed curses, so loud that it startled Mr. Hijikata on the second floor, who came to open his window to look out.

Just then, Kuroba Akira realized that he couldn't move the double bed by himself, so he asked Hijikata-san for help.

With Hijikata's help, the two of them worked together to move the bed back to Akira Kuroba's room on the second floor.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Hijikata."

Mr. Hijikata was a slightly overweight middle-aged man who wore black-rimmed glasses, had naturally curly hair, and a thick beard that almost reached his sideburns. He was wearing a stand-up collar jacket and shorts, and his leg hair was so long that it looked like he was wearing wool pants.

His full name is Hijikata Isamu, a name that has a strong Shinsengumi flavor, but he himself doesn't seem to like the name very much.

Mr. Hijikata was hunched over, his right hand pressed against his waist, panting heavily, looking like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

"Phew... I feel like my back is about to break. I really need to make time to exercise regularly..."

"How about we go for a morning run together?"

"Running is out of the question. I'm already overweight, and it's too hard on my knees."

After recovering, Mr. Hijikata looked at the bunk bed with a nostalgic expression.

"Bunk beds... I really miss them."

This also shows that Mr. Hijikata is a transmigrator like Akira Kuroba, because most native Japanese are day students who have never lived in a dormitory or slept in a bunk bed like this.

There were three people staying at Kobayashi's house, including Akira Kuroba, but they were just roommates and didn't have any deeper relationship.

No one wanted to bring up things from before they time-traveled, perhaps because their lives in their previous lives weren't very fulfilling.

"A new guest has come to visit?"

"Yes, but they're not one of our kind."

"Oh."

Mr. Hijikata didn't ask any further questions, seemingly uninterested in the newcomer.