Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend.

"It's okay. At least Tsukimi-kun can now experience the joy of cooking, right? That's good enough."

"Even if I can't find one for the time being, I can cook for Tsukimi-kun. By tasting other people's cooking, I might discover my own preferences."

"Of course, the taste will definitely not be comparable to what Tsukimi-san makes, so please bear with me."

what……

My face felt very hot.

That's why I say Miyazawa is cunning in this respect.

They always casually say things that are bad for your heart.

Those inexplicable emotions in my heart began to surge again.

Miyazawa then asked:

"Does Tsukimi-kun have a favorite dessert?"

If it's something I haven't mastered yet, I can learn it. Consider it repayment for part of the bento box I received from Tsukimi.

Trying hard to suppress those strange emotions, I put on a polite smile.

I heard my own voice say this:

"If it's a dessert made by Miyazawa-kun, I think I like it all, there's no difference between them."

Looking at the boy's slightly surprised and awkward expression, I suddenly felt a subtle pleasure.

This is a little revenge from Tsukimi Sakura, let Miyazawa-kun experience my feelings too.

It's not just Miyazawa who can say things that are bad for the heart.

However, teasing Miyazawa-kun was not my intention.

I will still answer questions properly.

"If it's general desserts, I haven't tried many kinds, so I can't make comparisons. Maybe... I'd be a little more interested in pancakes."

"muffin?"

"Yes. Because that's a dessert my dad used to make for me when I was little."

My father passed away when I was very young, and his appearance, voice, and memories are all blurred.

The only thing I remember is that on my sixth birthday, my dad made a simple homemade dessert for me at home.

It's a pancake.

So, while enjoying the pancakes Miyazawa-kun made for me, I suddenly remembered the warmth of those days. I almost burst into tears.

Was it because she missed her father? Actually, no.

I didn't have my father's presence during my childhood, so it would seem hypocritical to say how much I miss him.

They simply yearn for the happy family of the past and savor the lingering sweetness of happiness.

Sometime after that day, I went home with Miyazawa-kun for dinner.

During a casual chat, I learned about Miyazawa's family situation.

Miyazawa's parents both died in an accident, and his only sister was also injured and has been hospitalized for many years.

This news shocked me.

It turns out that beneath Miyazawa's relaxed exterior lies a past even more unfortunate than mine.

At least I still have my loving mother.

Throughout his life, Miyazawa-kun has supported his family entirely on his own, juggling his studies, part-time jobs, and caring for his hospitalized younger sister.

No one can help him.

At school, Miyazawa-kun didn't even have any close friends, and he was always alone after school.

When I ran into him at school, there was no one else with him.

I once asked him if he was alone at school. He said, "Probably."

Saying things in a nonchalant tone that make people unhappy.

There are no relatives to rely on in society, and no friends at school.

Miyazawa-kun, this must be very tiring.

You must be very... lonely.

After that day, I couldn't calm down.

The desire to be someone he could rely on grew clearer and stronger.

In particular, after seeing Miyazawa's injured state and imagining him with no one to care for or look after him, her thoughts completely spiraled out of control.

I made a choice I would never have made before: I took the initiative to approach a boy at school and secretly take care of him.

Looking at his relieved smile.

I think it was all worth it.

Without me, Miyazawa-kun would definitely be in a difficult position.

Without me, Miyazawa-kun can't do anything right.

He doesn't eat properly, he's reckless when he's injured, and even when he has a high fever, he'll think about going to school instead of prioritizing his health.

So, he needs me.

This frail boy in front of me is someone I can rely on.

I want to hide him away so that no one can find out.

She wanted him, and she couldn't live without him.

……

Afterwards, I chatted with Miyazawa for a while, and through my cunning efforts, his eyes became increasingly sleepy.

Finally, just as I had hoped, I fell into a peaceful sleep.

Get some rest. Miyazawa-kun.

I gently helped him lie down, and looking at his gentle expression, the corners of my mouth unconsciously turned up.

The exercises he brought were just a cover; I didn't look at a single word of them, but kept staring at his face.

"..."

Miyazawa's sleeping face is very peaceful.

"..."

However, it's not really appropriate to lie down and sleep while wearing glasses.

"..."

After struggling with my thoughts for a while, I raised my hand and reached out towards his face.

The movements were slow because I didn't want to wake him; it's not easy for a feverish patient to get a good night's sleep.

The moment my fingertips touched my cheek.

Miyazawa's eyelashes trembled slightly, which startled me.

But he didn't open his eyes, as if he were lost in some kind of dream.

A muffled murmur escaped from his lips.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

The expression on Miyazawa's face was one I had never seen before.

No need to say "long time no see," I'm right here.

A strange smile seemed to appear on his face. Fortunately, no one saw it.

But Miyazawa's next words plunged me into an ice cave.

"...Rino."

That was a name I had never heard before.

Chapter 78 The Glasses Gradually Fail to Work

Consciousness floats between a dream and a waking state.

A faint scent of a girl's delicate fragrance lingered around my nose.

This scene seems familiar.

Miyazawa Itsuki remembers that he was also lying in bed at the time, his consciousness blurred by the burning.

It was also a girl who stayed by her side every step of the way.

Her eyes and brows were like stars in the sky. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

In a daze, he opened his eyes a crack.

The girl in front of him had a flawless face, and even her eyes were similar.

Was it all a dream? Did a dream take him back to that time?

"..."

Let's just treat it as a dream.

The name in my memory slipped unconsciously from my lips.

Long time no see, Hoshina Rino.

Even if we never meet again in this life.

Let's say we meet again in a dream.

……

Tsukimi Sakura's face stiffened.

Rino... who is she again?

Does Miyazawa-kun think of me as that person?

What is her place in Miyazawa's heart?

Even in my dreams I miss him; he must be someone very important to me.

Suddenly I felt my blood getting colder and colder.

Tsukimi Sakura lowered her eyes.

His fingers were already on the frame of his glasses, but he couldn't move them any further.

My thoughts were clashing intensely.

From what standpoint am I taking care of Miyazawa-kun?

Neighbor.

The agreed-upon trading partner.

Or rather, they're just people who make things convenient for others.

How does Miyazawa-kun view me?

Whether it was making dinner plans, preparing lunch and breakfast, or taking care of someone when they were sick, I foolishly insisted on doing everything by myself.

Miyazawa-kun never made that request.

Will he think I'm a strange woman?

Her vision gradually became vacant, and the girl closed her eyes.

Time flows slowly.

When I opened my eyes again, the confusion in them had vanished.

I'm not the kind of woman who gets easily anxious or insecure.