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

The crisp sound of the wind chimes at the door rang out.

A girl wearing a coat and sunglasses stepped into the store.

The customer who came specifically for the desserts also came to the shop today.

Miyazawa Itsuki, holding a cup, met the girl's gaze through her sunglasses. She nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The girl sat in that familiar corner by the window. After putting away the cups, Miyazawa Itsuki came to her.

"Miss Qing hasn't been here for a while," Miyazawa Itsuki said with a polite smile.

"Yes... I've been very busy with work lately."

The girl's voice sounded tired.

The voice was slightly cool, yet melodious, as if one could imagine the girl's face hidden behind sunglasses, like a snow woman from legend. Cold and beautiful.

Among the many guests who visit Mori-zumi Cafe, Ms. Ao is indeed the most special.

Miyazawa Itsuki first met him one summer evening last year.

Mr. Morizumi left the shop for some reason, so the cafe closed early. Miyazawa Itsuki was cleaning the shop.

At that moment, a slender figure tentatively knocked on the shop door.

"Excuse me... do you have anything to eat?"

At that time, Miss Qing wore her signature sunglasses, revealing only half of her face, which had a beautiful shape.

Miyazawa Itsuki wanted to say that the shop was already closed, but upon hearing the other person's weak voice, he swallowed his words.

“...I desperately need something sweet because I have low blood sugar.” A low, hushed voice came from the glazed lips.

Miyazawa Itsuki hesitated for a moment.

"I'm sorry, the barista has already left. If you don't mind, I can make you a cup of coffee and prepare a dessert."

"Thank you." The girl breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in the corner by the window.

Miyazawa Itsuki used the coffee machine to make her a mocha. Although he didn't have the manager's skills, he still knew the basic procedures for operating the coffee machine.

I also treated them to caramel pudding, a dish I had recently learned to make.

Aside from the shop manager and Mrs. Morizumi, this was the first time anyone had tasted his desserts; they were his first customers.

After thanking her softly, the girl silently savored her coffee and pudding.

When drinking coffee, the girl was clearly not used to it and added a lot of maple syrup and milk.

But while eating the pudding, her hand holding the spoon paused slightly for a moment. She remained in the position of bringing the spoon to her mouth, as if she were in a daze.

She finished the pudding without making a sound, and then put down her cutlery.

"Excuse me, do you have any extra pudding? I'd like to buy some to share with my friends."

"I'm sorry, but since the pudding isn't a semi-finished product, but rather something I made fresh, I don't have any extra ingredients today. If you like it, feel free to bring your friends next time," Miyazawa Itsuki replied matter-of-factly.

The girl was silent for a moment, then nodded, paid the bill, and left.

After that, the girl became a regular customer at the store.

Although he doesn't come very often, only once every one or two months, he always requests Miyazawa Itsuki to make desserts for him each time he comes.

Once, due to a work mistake, a cake made by Mrs. Morizumi was mistakenly served to her. The girl even seriously called Miyazawa Itsuki over and said in an unhappy tone:

"You taste different."

"What?" Miyazawa Itsuki was confused.

"Please try some." She pushed a piece of cake, with a spoonful already removed, towards Miyazawa Itsuki.

Miyazawa Itsuki looked puzzled, but considering that the other party didn't seem to be joking, he still gritted his teeth and took a bite.

Only after tasting it did I realize that he had served the wrong cake. This was the cake Mrs. Morizumi made as a demonstration. The balance of sweet and sour was more refined.

I developed the corresponding sensitivity because of my professional-level baking skills.

He didn't expect that the girl could also taste the difference.

After apologizing for his mistake at work, Miyazawa Itsuki reserving the cake he had made.

Although her expression was obscured by the sunglasses, the way her cheeks puffed out as she chewed gave the impression that she was very satisfied.

This incident made Miyazawa Itsuki pay more attention to the girl. Gradually, they started to communicate occasionally.

To distinguish her from the other guests, the girl told Miyazawa Itsuki that he could call her "Blue".

Miyazawa Itsuki then addressed her as "Miss Ao".

At this moment, Miss Qing held the menu, her tone carrying a strangely high spirit.

Is today's featured dessert crème brûlée?

"Yes."

"Then I'll order this." A subtle smile curved at the corners of Miss Qing's lips. "For coffee, I'll have a mocha. With sugar."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Miyazawa Itsuki noted it down, informed Mr. Morizumi that the guest wanted a sweetened mocha, and then returned to the kitchen.

The pudding pretreatment was complete and it was in the quick-freezing condenser. He took out a cooled pudding, sprinkled it with granulated sugar, and melted it with a blowtorch.

His professional-level skills have given him a special technique: melting and condensing caramel to create snowflake-like cracks that look beautiful.

Once the caramel pudding was ready, it was placed on a plate along with the coffee brewed by Mr. Morizumi, and Miyazawa Itsuki delivered it to Ms. Ao's table.

Miss Qing has a particular fondness for his desserts, but she's not picky about coffee, probably because it doesn't taste very good.

After quietly finishing her coffee and pudding, Miss Qing suddenly spoke up:

"Hey buddy, have you considered changing jobs?"

Chapter 11 The Devoted Brother and the Frail Sister

Miyazawa Itsuki looked surprised.

“I really admire your dessert-making skills, so I hope you can consider joining my team of chefs.”

Miyazawa Itsuki: "I am very grateful for Ms. Ao's kindness. I am working here very well, so I have no plans to change jobs for the time being."

"If Miss Qing likes it, you are welcome to come often. I will do my best to present the most delicious desserts to Miss Qing."

Miss Qing shook her head: "My job... is rather special, so I can't come often."

Her voice carried a hint of regret: "Recently, the busiest period has temporarily passed, so I finally had the chance to take a vacation and come here for a meal."

"Ah, Miss Qing's job must be really tough," Miyazawa Itsuki remarked.

Judging solely from her exposed, delicate skin and voice, Miss Qing appears to be very young.

He looks to be under twenty.

I never imagined I'd already be a corporate slave.

Tokyo is a place that devours people without spitting out the bones.

"Because there is a goal that must be achieved no matter what, we must work hard," Ms. Qing said.

"Then I believe that with Miss Qing's persistence and hard work, she will definitely succeed."

"Thank you." Miss Qing had a faint smile on her lips.

She paid the bill for the coffee and dessert and left the cafe.

Miyazawa Itsuki continued working until 9:30 p.m.

After confirming the shift handover with the store manager, he changed out of his work clothes, took a freshly made caramel pudding and the comics he had bought earlier, and embarked on his journey home.

The main reason Miyazawa Itsuki initially exchanged for [Baking] was because Shiori really liked sweets.

So every weekend after he finished his work, he would leave behind a dessert he had made himself to give to his sister when he visited her in the hospital.

Miyazawa Itsuki returned to his apartment in Adachi Ward by taking the night train.

For the sake of convenient transportation, Miyazawa Itsuki moved here from a more remote low-rent apartment a few months ago.

This apartment has more complete facilities and a larger area, but the rent is also more expensive.

It costs about 8 yen per month.

Miyazawa Itsuki returned to his rented apartment and turned on the light in the entryway.

The warm yellow light illuminated the room.

The room is small, about six and a half square meters, with a bed, a table, and a wardrobe as the only furniture.

Miyazawa put the crème brûlée in the refrigerator to chill, then took off his coat and casually draped it over the back of his chair.

After a quick shower, Miyazawa Itsuki reviewed his lessons in bed.

In his previous life, Miyazawa Itsuki was very good at studying and had no difficulty coping with Japanese science courses. In addition, with the help of shorthand in this life, he also has no weaknesses in Japanese literature and history.

He had voluntarily registered for the postgraduate entrance examination in his second year of high school when he was in his first year of high school, in order to test his academic level.

The final score deviation was 74.

That's roughly in the top 1% nationwide, and Miyazawa is fairly satisfied with the result.

After all, it was the highest institution of learning in my previous life, so I can't let it get worse in this second life.

His goal is to get into the University of Tokyo's medical school.

For the remaining two years of high school, I need to continue to improve until I'm absolutely certain of success.

……

the next day.

Miyazawa Itsuki wore [Passerby A's Glasses] and a plain-colored shirt as he boarded the bus.

When we arrived at the hospital, it was not yet eight o'clock.

He was the only one in the elevator. He pressed the button for the fifth floor and watched the floor numbers jump one by one.

In the elevator, he took off his glasses and made sure the pudding in his bag was safe and sound.

Stepping out of the elevator, Miyazawa greeted the nurse in the duty room. She looked up abruptly, recognized him, and flashed a bright smile.

"Mr. Miyazawa is here very early today."

“Yes,” Miyazawa Itsuki bowed slightly and returned the smile, “I didn’t expect it to be Ms. Iwata on duty this morning. How has my Shiori been lately?”

"Xiaoxi is doing very well, her indicators are all stable, and her rehabilitation is progressing smoothly," Iwata Maki said enthusiastically. "Mr. Miyazawa, have you had breakfast yet? I have a bento box here..."

"Thank you, but no, really no need."

Miyazawa Itsuki politely declined the nurse's offer and went to the ward with the door number "Miyazawa".

"I'm coming in, Shiori."

No one answered, so he gently pushed the door open.

The window was half open, the white curtains were gently blown by the wind, and the morning light shone in from outside, spreading over the hospital bed.

On the hospital bed, the girl in the hospital gown had her eyes closed, her soft hair spread across the pillow and her porcelain-white face.

She fell asleep.

On the bedside table sat fresh daffodils, next to a half-finished glass of water and a novel that was only half-read.

Miyazawa Itsuki's expression relaxed, and he quietly sat down by the bedside, gazing at his sister's sleeping face.

With flawless features and translucent white skin, his sister is undoubtedly a stunningly beautiful girl.

If it weren't for that accident, she would probably be active on campus, loved and adored by many people, just like a princess.

Miyazawa Itsuki reached out and tried to brush the stray strands of hair away from his sister's cheek.

Just as their fingers touched, the girl opened her jewel-like eyes, a sly look in them.

With a "hey," Miyazawa Shiori pulled Miyazawa Itsuki toward the hospital bed and then pressed her face tightly against his chest.

"We've caught our elder brother."

She inhaled Miyazawa Itsuki's scent deeply, a sweet smile on her face.

"Oh dear, I've been caught by Shiori, so what are you planning to do with me?" Miyazawa Itsuki cooperated by relaxing his resistance.