Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 276 Seven Days of Cherry Blossoms
The four-person study session ended rather early.

Watching Tomatsu Tomoka and Yamami Maki leave together, Mochizuki Haruka looked dissatisfied and turned to the boy beside her.

"Matsueda, shall we start our extra lessons in the screening room tomorrow?"

The screening room she mentioned was an empty classroom that had been converted. Only Jun Matsueda and she had the key. Even when Tomatsu Yuka found them, the girl could only pound the wall and cry outside the door.

“No.” Jun Matsueda shook his head decisively. “I feel like you’ve been restless lately. If we’re alone, you’ll definitely start making trouble again.”

"No way!" Mochizuki Haruka's eyes were sincere. After thinking for a moment, she added.

"Unless you allow it."

"Forget it." He didn't intend to take the girl's suggestion. There are two kinds of people whose willpower is the least trustworthy in the world: women in love and virgins. Matsueda Jun felt that it was better to take precautions.

“I think the library is great for supplementary classes; it’s very convenient for finding materials.” He picked up his bag and walked out of the study room, with Mochizuki Haruka following behind him.

"If you really don't like it, we can change seats tomorrow."

Looking at the map at the bottom of the stairs, Mochizuki Haruka pondered, "Then let's go to the newsroom on the second floor tomorrow."

The newsroom is located in a rather remote area, and not many people usually go there. If they are sitting in a corner, they shouldn't be so easy to find.

The two walked out of the library. The five o'clock sun was still bright, but no longer harsh, and the sky had a warm yellow hue.

As summer approaches, the sunsets are getting later and later. Haneoka High School closes at six o'clock, so there probably won't be anyone on campus to see the sunset.

“I should be able to finish all my courses in about a week,” Jun Matsue said to the girl next to him.

Looking at the scattered pink petals on the road, Mochizuki Haruka said, "I will cherish them."

A cherry blossom only takes seven days to bloom and wither. The cherry blossoms that were in full bloom at the school have already fallen, leaving only leaves that are gradually sprouting on the branches.

"How has Aunt been feeling lately?" Jun Matsue thought of the woman who had recently awakened. The girl had been intensifying her advances recently, and she must be the culprit.

"I fainted yesterday morning." Mochizuki Haruka's tone was surprisingly calm.

"Has the illness relapsed?" Jun Matsue walked into the bike shed to unlock his bicycle.

"It should be said that she has not fully recovered yet. During her physical examination yesterday morning, we found that her brain waves had become abnormal again."

The girl tossed her hair, sat on the back of the bicycle, and Jun Matsueda pushed the bike toward the school gate.

"She only slept for half a day, which was just enough time for one treatment. She should be fully recovered in another half month to a month. The medical team is currently working hard to write a paper, which they plan to publish after my aunt recovers."

"It seems there really isn't a big problem." Jun Matsue looked at the black sedan that appeared at the school gate. "After all, they can drive now."

Mochizuki Haruka, who had been smiling, turned her head in surprise. Mochizuki Hana, who was sitting in the driver's seat, waved to them. The girl quickly walked over and pulled the woman out of the car.

"Who gave you permission to drive? What if you pass out again!"

"I didn't drive," Auntie explained, feeling wronged. "I just sat in the driver's seat for a bit; the driver was in the car."

The maid sitting in the passenger seat nodded vigorously, confirming that what she said was true.

"Stop scaring me." The girl breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said goodbye to Matsueda Jun, "Be careful on the road."

"See you tomorrow." Just as Matsueda Jun was about to leave, Mochizuki Hana called out to him.

"Songzhi, I found a tombstone with your name on it by the pond near my house. What's going on?" The woman blinked her big eyes, looking like a curious child.

"This story is a bit complicated, Auntie, you'd better ask your niece yourself."

When he returned to the apartment, Yosuke Kurusu wasn't home; it seemed the girl's vacation was over. Jun Matsueda opened the refrigerator; there were still quite a few groceries inside. He made himself a cup of tea, then lay on the sofa and texted his roommate, "What time will you be back?"

"Forty minutes later!" the girl replied quickly, and then made a video call.

Jun Matsue answered the call and then switched the camera to the front. On the screen was Yosuke Kurusu blinking, and in the small window was her favorite TV at home.

"Why aren't you showing your face?" the girl asked her, dissatisfied.

Jun Matsue thought for a second, "Compared to your face, which is flawless even when it's right in front of the camera, I would feel inferior."

He rarely makes video calls; he's just not used to seeing his own face on the screen.

"I forgive you." The girl nodded in satisfaction. "Go open the refrigerator and see what I'm going to cook tonight."

"Don't I need to cook it?" He stood in front of the refrigerator again, the television in the small window now replaced by food emitting cold air.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I want to cook for myself~" Kurusu Yosei said with a smug look on her face. "The company has tallied the album sales, and they're much higher than I expected!"

"Hmm, let's have oyakodon tonight." The voices of the staff talking came from the girl's side, but she had temporarily forgotten her idol identity and devoted herself to the kitchen of 507.

"Songzhi, first take out the chicken thigh meat and marinate it. At the same time, prepare the other ingredients. When I get back, I can put it directly into the pot and it will be ready in no time."

She had already stepped outside when she spoke. The sounds of people around her gradually faded away, replaced by the sounds of traffic and wind. It seemed that she had finished get off work.

“OK.” Jun Matsueda took out two large chicken drumsticks from the refrigerator. His Japanese cooking skills were average, but he had no problem handling ingredients.

"Wait for me to come back~" Yosei Kurusu hung up the phone, and Jun Matsueda went into the kitchen, sharpening his knife.

Cut the chicken thigh meat into chunks, marinate it in the sauce according to the recipe sent by the girl, slice the onion, chop the scallions, and then cook the rice.

As Jun Matsuoka sat back on the sofa, finished his last sip of cold tea, and the rice cooker emitted a pleasant beep, the sound of the door opening came from the entryway.

"I can already smell the rice!" Yosei Kurusu walked into the living room. "Now it's my time to perform!"

The so-called "oyako-don" is a rice bowl with chicken and egg. Although the name "oyako" sounds a bit cruel, it didn't stop the two from eating with relish. After dinner, Matsueda Jun washed the dishes as usual. The girl in the living room had changed her clothes and looked ready to go out.

"Songzhi, let's go for a walk!" It seems the girl, who has worked all day, is still full of energy.

It was nearly seven o'clock when the two walked out of the apartment. The sun had just set, the streetlights were turning on slowly, and the city sky was shrouded in a brief moment of blue.

"The cherry blossoms have all fallen."

Looking at the bare branches of the trees along the street, the girl's tone was not one of disappointment, but rather a hint of innocent wickedness, just as she had said before that there were so many people that they were like garbage.

“The cherry blossom season is very short.” Jun Matsue walked beside her. “It’s called ‘seven days of cherry blossoms,’ you know.”

"I'm so excited~" the girl whispered.

"What to expect?"

"What kind of person will I be next year, and what kind of cherry blossoms will I see?"

Jun Matsue smiled silently. The girl didn't seem to be a member of the "mono no aware" (the pathos of things) people. While others were obsessed with lamenting the falling cherry blossoms, she had already begun to look forward to next year's bloom.

"We'll have to wait until next year to find out."

The quiet street was a deep blue, and they looked like a couple determined to die for each other, walking step by step into the sea.

(End of this chapter)