They all have hidden attributes!

"..." Takahashi Seiichi drank his coffee in silence.

If Tachimi Yuki heard him say such a thing, he would be dead.

"Isn't that right?" Uesugi Maya pressed.

Faced with her cold gaze, Makoto Takahashi couldn't deny it: "Yo, you've gone astray."

"If it gets too big, it will only be difficult to handle. I'm going back to making chocolate."

Uesugi Maya finished her coffee, got up, and carried the ingredients she had bought toward the door of the private room: "I'm going back to my apartment tomorrow night."

"Let's have Western food for dinner, it's been a long time."

"understood."

As Makoto Takahashi listened to her departing footsteps, he took out his phone and contacted Junka Shiraishi.

[Takahashi: Where are you?]

[Sumika: Roppongi]

[Takahashi: I'll be right there]

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After watching Maya Uesugi leave by car from the window, Makoto Takahashi had the staff clean the private room, lock the door, and then took a taxi to a luxury apartment building in Roppongi.

As I took the elevator upstairs and turned the key to open the door, before I even stepped into the entryway, Shiraishi Junka pounced on me.

Through the thin fabric of his clothes, Makoto Takahashi held her tightly.

"Sincerity".

Shiraishi Junka buried her face in his chest, greedily inhaling his warm scent: "Ryoko went out, so you can do this all day."

In a sense, she is also a very driven person.

"Haven't gone on a date in a long time, have you?" Makoto Takahashi picked her up and carried her into the apartment, placed her in the entryway, and closed the door behind him.

“A date at home,” Shiraishi Junka persisted.

"I go out for a walk occasionally, and I still have plenty of time today."

Takahashi Makoto raised his wrist; it was just past 10 a.m.: "Even though it's raining, how about we go shopping at an indoor mall?"

He raised his face and carefully examined Shiraishi Junka.

An oversized white shirt paired with a black tank top, revealing bare, snow-white legs that extend upwards through the slightly long hem of the shirt.

"This looks like my shirt?" Makoto Takahashi thought of the shirts that kept mysteriously disappearing from his apartment in Toshima Ward.

Shiraishi Junka blinked innocently, grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands, and slowly rolled it up: "It's black today."

"It has nothing to do with color, go get dressed." Takahashi Makoto took a deep breath to avoid falling into her rhythm.

Shiraishi Junka's clear, wine-red eyes immediately welled up with tears, and even the way she called his name was poignant and touching.

"Sincerity".

"Only once." Takahashi Makoto's hand moved uncontrollably to her back.

"Ah."

The two embraced each other, and Shiraishi Jun used her long, soft, beautiful legs to bind his waist, her whole body hanging on Takahashi Makoto like a koala.

Makoto Takahashi carried her from the entrance hall to the living room sofa.

Just as he was about to snatch his shirt back, the apartment door opened from the outside with a "click," and Makoto Takahashi stopped and looked up at the entrance.

"I am back."

After Kashima Reiko's cold voice, Hanakawa Kaori's energetic voice rang out.

"Sister Chunke, I'm here for a visit~"

She peeked out from behind Kashima Reiko, her gaze sweeping across the living room before finally settling on the sofa, where she widened her eyes in surprise.

The silence, as if being pulled into the water, lasted for several seconds.

"Cheng, ignore them."

Shiraishi Junka brushed aside her messy black hair, wrapped her arms around Takahashi Makoto's neck, and stared at him intently: "Hina will be coming over at noon too."

"You know?" Makoto Takahashi asked awkwardly.

“I said it,” Hanakawa Kaori answered, raising her hand high.

Kashima Reiko put down the shopping bag she was carrying, reached out and covered Hanakawa Kaori's eyes, her turquoise eyes calm and unwavering: "I'll be back later to clean."

"Goodbye, brother~" Hanakawa Kaori was dragged out the door by her.

With the door closed, and considering various factors, Makoto Takahashi took Junko Shiraishi back to his own room.

......

No sunlight penetrated the glass, and the dimly lit room was quiet, filled with the sweet scent of roses in the damp atmosphere.

Shiraishi Junka buried her head in Takahashi Makoto's chest, feeling his heartbeat and body temperature.

"Aren't you angry about Hina's matter?" Takahashi Makoto stroked his smooth, long black hair.

"will not."

Shiraishi Junka closed her eyes and spoke so softly it sounded like she might fall asleep at any moment: "I didn't like them before, because I was afraid Makoto wouldn't want me anymore."

"Will not."

"Yes, I believe in honesty."

She rubbed her cheek against Makoto Takahashi's chest and reached out to intertwine her fingers with his: "As long as Makoto is happy, that's all that matters. Besides, I'm very happy living with Reiko, and Hanaori is also very likable."

"What if you have to live with everyone?" Makoto Takahashi looked down at her.

Shiraishi Junka was quiet for a moment, then looked up and met his gaze: "Everyone likes Makoto, so it doesn't matter, probably."

Her voice carried a clear hint of affection, and her languid expression appeared exceptionally gentle.

"I heard from Hanaori that the art club has been disbanded?" Takahashi Makoto patted Shiraishi Junka's lower back and changed the subject.

"Yes, the graduation ceremony will be here soon."

Which day?

"November 3."

Shiraishi Junka lay down beside him, their hands still clasped tightly together: "After graduation, I won't be able to see Makoto at the academy anymore."

His tone became low, and he seemed somewhat absent-minded.

"The future is long, so there's no need to worry about these things."

Makoto Takahashi pulled the blanket up to cover her, then got out of bed to get dressed: "Sleep for a while first, then we'll go to the movies together tonight. No cheating this time."

"Okay~" Shiraishi Junko hugged his pillow, closed her eyes, and showed a relieved expression.

Stepping out of the room and closing the door, I found that Kashima Reiko had already cleaned the living room and was busy in the semi-open kitchen with Hanakawa Kaori.

Are you a little girl who loves to visit other people's homes?

Makoto Takahashi walked over and ruffled Hanakawa Kaori's hair haphazardly. She wasn't wearing pigtails today, and the purple highlights by her ears swayed gently.

"Well, Hina and I are here to learn how to make chocolate."

Hanakawa Kaori raised her face, puffed out her cheeks, and looked at him with a resentful gaze: "It's all my brother's fault. Seeing that kind of scene all of a sudden is really bad for your heart!"

It sounds like Hina Nekoya's solution was to learn from Reiko Kashima and borrow the kitchen.

You'll get used to it.

Kashima Reiko opened the refrigerator, took out a gift box tied with a blue ribbon bow, and handed it to Takahashi Makoto: "These are chocolates that Junko and I made together."

"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, isn't it? Is it okay to give it to me now?" Takahashi Makoto asked.

"Ah."

Seeing Kashima Reiko nod, he took the thin gift box: "May I open it?"

"Please enjoy it as soon as possible." Kashima Reiko's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Makoto Takahashi carefully untied the ribbon, lifted the lid of the box, and a dozen or so square chocolates of the same size were neatly arranged in front of him.

"Wow~"

Upon seeing the chocolate's shimmering, silky sheen, Hanakawa Kaori covered her mouth with her hand and exclaimed in surprise, "Is this really handmade?"

It's no wonder she had her doubts; the chocolate's level of perfection was astonishing, and its exquisite detail even impressed Makoto Takahashi.

"That's really amazing."

He looked up at Kashima Reiko's expressionless face, and a pure joy welled up in his heart: "Even the high-end dessert shops in Jiyugaoka can't make something this beautiful."

"Eh—is that so?" Hanakawa Kaori asked.

"It's a filled chocolate. Chunke was in charge of the design, and I was in charge of the flavor."

Kashima Reiko straightened her back and readily accepted the praise: "It took time and effort, but it was worth it. Please try it; the first line has a rum filling..."

With her explanation, Makoto Takahashi began to examine the chocolate again.

Judging from the color depth, the different flavors have different cocoa contents. The lines on the nut and chocolate pen are delicately decorated and shine beautifully under the light, without any matte texture.

Pick one up and put it in your mouth; the bittersweet chocolate flavor spreads instantly.

The delicate sweetness and layered bitterness blend perfectly, earning unreserved praise even from the most discerning palate.

"It's delicious." Makoto Takahashi was even a little reluctant to share half of it with Yuki Tachimi.

"Please enjoy, I will prepare another serving for Miss."

Kashima Reiko seemed to see right through him, a sly glint in her eyes making even her delicate features appear exceptionally adorable.

Although his face was expressionless, it looked like he was smiling.

Makoto Takahashi picked up another chocolate and popped it into his mouth: "Are you alright?"

"I will explain the situation."

Kashima Reiko turned around and took out chocolate-making ingredients from the refrigerator: "This sentiment cannot be shared with the young lady."