Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 264 Words about Love Can Be Sharp Enough

Mochizuki Haruka chewed the sakura mochi carefully, the sweet and salty flavors intertwining in the girl's mouth. The edge of the cherry blossom leaf brushed against the soft flesh inside her mouth, leaving a slightly serrated feel.

"If it were pine branches, they would probably prefer a coarser red bean paste filling, and the sweetness could be increased slightly."

She looked up at Jun Matsue beside her, "The degree to which you can feel the shape of a red bean is his favorite."

"Is that so?" Tomatsu Yuka looked at the boy with a questioning gaze.

"Actually, it's fine either way. I'm not qualified to be that picky." Jun Matsueda licked his lips, which was his approval of the handmade sakura mochi.

Mochizuki Haruka looked at him relentlessly, pouting with a wronged expression, "Did I say something wrong?"

"If you really want to know, I do belong to the 'coarse red bean paste' type." Matsueda Jun hesitated for a moment. "When did I mention this to Mochizuki?"

“I have my own methods,” the girl said proudly, raising her head.

When she was still living in 507, Mochizuki Haruka would often feed Matsueda Jun sweets. He discovered his liking for red bean paste after the girl had been feeding him dorayaki for a few days, and this was also recorded in her notebook.

"I see. I'll remember that." Tomatsu Yuka's face still had a smile on it. "If I have the chance to make it again in the future, I'll use coarser red bean paste."

"But I didn't expect that although Mochizuki can't cook, she has a very keen sense of taste."

Mochizuki Haruka frowned. Only a fool would take that as a compliment. "Not being able to cook doesn't mean anything. I can have someone deliver anything you want to eat."

Although she was saying this to Tomatsu Yuka, her eyes were fixed on Matsueda Jun, who was using a toothpick to pick up a slice of apple with yogurt from Yamami Maki's box.

"And I can cook," the girl added in her mind, though she only knew how to make mixed rice porridge.

"Really? But I prefer the cooking process." Tomatsu Tomohana dismissed the girl's rebuttal.

"Making food with feeling and then watching it be swallowed by the other person is a very happy thing. I hope that Mochizuki will have the opportunity to experience it in the future."

She looked at the few remaining sakura mochi in the box and shamelessly displayed her inner satisfaction.

"I hope so." Mochizuki Haruka's expression was somewhat stiff.

After swallowing a small piece of mille-feuille cake, Jun Matsue took out his vibrating phone from his pocket, tapped on the flashing profile picture, and then stood up and walked towards the lawn on the other side.

"I'm going to take this call, don't save any snacks for me."

Yamami Maki carefully swallowed the banana chip in her mouth, exchanging a glance with Miyamura Aya. As the boy left, the previously somewhat restrained verbal sparring turned treacherous.

"So what brings you here today?" Tomatsu Yuka watched Matsueda Jun's figure disappear into the woods. She picked up the last sakura mochi, tore it apart along with the leaves, and slowly put it into her mouth.

"Is it to assert a sovereignty that doesn't exist, or is it simply to make me uncomfortable?"

"Is it possible that both are true?" Mochizuki Haruka sat directly in Matsueda Jun's seat. "I'm just afraid that Matsueda will be bewitched by someone's gentle charm and someone's superb acting skills."

As Yamami Maki was about to try the strawberries she had brought, she noticed the three girls' gazes fixed on her. At first, she looked confused, but when she realized that the so-called "gentle haven" referred to her, a blush of embarrassment and annoyance appeared on her face.

"I have absolutely no romantic relationship with Matsueda-san! Please make things clear, Mochizuki-san!" The girl said this with 90% sincerity.

"That would be best if that were the case." Mochizuki Haruka maintained her indifferent expression; she was merely taking the opportunity to test this potentially threatening senior.

Sparkling, transparent spheres floated overhead, while parents and children blew bubbles in the distance. The lawn was much more crowded during cherry blossom season, but it seemed that no one was approaching them.

"You said your family's situation had improved, does that mean things have been resolved?" Tomatsu Yuka suddenly asked a completely unrelated question. Yamami Maki blinked. Tokyo wasn't that big, and of course she had heard about the Mochizuki family's situation—so tragic that one might wonder if this sparsely populated family had angered the gods and was burdened with a shameful curse.

"It will be resolved soon."

"Then Mochizuki-san's life will soon return to normal, right? Is there any need for her to keep bothering Matsueda-san?" Tomatsu-yuka smoothed her bangs, which had been ruffled by the wind.

"Could you please stay away from Songzhi-kun?"

Mochizuki Haruka stretched out the sharp fork in her hand and stabbed it into a piece of matcha mille-feuille with a murderous aura, causing Miyamura Aya, who was sitting in front of the cake, to tremble.

"I love pine branches, and I hope to love them for the rest of my life." The girl's tone was firm. "For him, I am determined to change myself beyond recognition."

Having endured pain to transform into a better human being, she certainly has the right to say such things.

"Tomoka Tomatsu, you don't understand him as well as I do. You're just showing him your enthusiasm all the time. It's like dessert; it serves no purpose other than satisfying your appetite."

She was still so mean, Yamami Maki thought angrily. Just as the girl was about to speak, she saw Tomatsu Yuka's even brighter smile.

"I can also say that when it comes to determination, have you ever experienced the feeling of having your relationship rejected by the person you respect most?"

"Isn't so-called determination just a byproduct of liking something? I don't think there's anything commendable about it."

Miyamura Aya moved a little closer to Yamami Maki. Although it was a sunny afternoon, the girl felt a little chilly.

"You say you know Tsunkun better than I do?" The girl seemed to have heard something utterly ridiculous. "Your so-called understanding is only due to having tied yourself to his side. Give me the opportunity, give me the time, and I will know his preferences perfectly well."

"Does that mean I understand?"

Have you helped him? Have you gone through challenges with him? Have you seen how exhausted he is after working overtime? Do you know how to comfort him when he's vulnerable?

"Do you have any serious plans in your so-called romantic fantasy of spending your life together?"

"Do you know that these things that satisfy our appetites are the most relaxing and gentle comfort for Tsunkun and me, who repeat the same monotonous daily routines?"

Tomatsu Yuka's tone grew increasingly sarcastic, and Mochizuki Haruka's gaze grew colder. Just as she was about to retort, the person who had disappeared finally returned after finishing his phone call.

"Have you finished all the snacks?" Jun Matsueda asked with a hint of regret.

"Didn't you say you didn't need any left for me?" Mochizuki Haruka rolled her eyes at him, her murderous aura completely gone, with only the tightly gripped fork proving that it wasn't just the girls' imagination.

"Here are some fruits from my seniors~" Tomatsu Yuka held up the glass box, her tone undisguisedly affectionate and gentle, as if those sarcastic and heavy words had just come from someone else's mouth.

Jun Matsueda looked at Aya Miyamura and Maki Yamami, who were much closer to him, and asked, "Has everyone rested well?"

"My body is well-rested, but I feel a little uneasy." Aya said softly, and Yamami Maki nodded slightly as if agreeing with her.

"Um, although it's a bit late to ask, would you mind if someone else wanted to come?" Jun Matsueda looked at the message on his phone, the "Kirakira" avatar flashing.

Despite being rivals, Tomatsu Tomoka and Mochizuki Haruka shared the same premonition.

An even more annoying guy is coming.

(End of this chapter)