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

Chapter 89 Sharing a Room

After leaving behind her impactful words, Her Highness the Saintess left Miyazawa Itsuki's room.

The fever made his brain sluggish, and he didn't have time to organize his thoughts for discussion.

Perhaps it was because Tsukimi Sakuna grasped this point that she acted so swiftly.

Miyazawa Itsuki sat in the chair, holding his burning forehead.

He felt that after he developed a fever, the whole world became as confused as his consciousness.

It was my first absence from school in high school, and it was understandable, given that I had a high fever that I hadn't had in a long time.

The Holy Maiden left school early to take care of him. Soon after, Asahina Oomi also came to visit.

The two exchanged something, and Asahina left without meeting him.

Tsukimi Sakura also started acting strangely.

After that, I received a call for help from Her Highness the Holy Maiden while I was still in a daze.

They arrived at the scene almost at top speed and dealt with the trouble. They sustained a cut on their right hand.

After a long journey from the hospital back to the apartment, Her Highness offered to temporarily take over the work of his right hand.

Not only did she help him take a bath, but she also had to share a room with him.

Miyazawa Itsuki slowly exhaled.

What happened today has left him somewhat overwhelmed.

Especially at night.

The bathing service provided by a schoolgirl in uniform was too shocking. If it were the normal Miyazawa Itsuki, he would definitely rack his brains to politely refuse such a "repayment".

But once a person becomes seriously ill, they lose the energy to refute or think about various matters, and many things are simply accepted and passed by in a daze.

Letting a beautiful girl of the same age watch you take a shower is something you definitely wouldn't do when you're sober.

The same applies to spending the night in a room with a girl.

Back in elementary school, on the day I suddenly realized that "Shiori will grow up to be a beautiful girl."

He then stopped living in the same room as his sister.

Even when Shiori cried and made a fuss, she had no intention of giving in, except for that one time.

Xili threw a tantrum about it for a long time, and it took a lot of effort and expense to appease her.

Later, another girl often played in his room, and when it got too late, she would stay there and not leave.

That's an exception.

Childhood friends are a special group that exists outside of the distinction between men and women. She always emphasized this to Miyazawa Itsuki.

It's a relationship without any worries, so anything goes.

Even though I knew it was a lie, looking at her face, it was hard to bring myself to ask her to leave.

In a sense, she was also a child he watched grow up.

As elders, we tend to indulge our children's little whims when they are young.

I always think, "I'll just have to firmly reject her when she's a little older."

However, they never said it until the year they parted ways.

Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head.

The past is hard to recall, and he was not one to dwell on it.

Is it because the spirit has endured for a longer period of time, and one is beginning to emulate the elderly in some ways?

Lately, I keep thinking about things from the past.

Miyazawa forced himself to clear his mind for a while, then got up.

Take out spare mats and bedding from the cupboard and spread them on the floor.

Because they were taken out to be washed and dried periodically, neither of them accumulated much dust.

You can just lay it out and sleep right away.

Miyazawa Itsuki thanked his past self for always having something to do.

What may seem like meaningless preparation can unexpectedly yield rewards.

While Miyazawa Itsuki tidied up his bedding and took a short rest.

There was a knock on the door of the rented room; the person knocking was very quiet.

"Please come in."

The half-open door was pushed open, and a stunningly beautiful girl entered the room.

It was Her Highness the Saintess who had finished her bath.

Her slightly damp hair exuded a pleasant fragrance.

Even his amber pupils seemed to be filled with moisture.

Although she was wearing a coat draped over her shoulders, she was actually wearing only thin pajamas underneath.

The light-colored cotton pajamas accentuated the girl's alluring curves.

It's a conservative style, yet it's inexplicably sentimental.

This forced Miyazawa Itsuki to look away.

He coughed and said, "Tsukimi-kun, you really didn't have to go to this extent. I only injured my right hand, it's not like I can't live a normal life."

Spending the night in the same room as the caregiver is going too far.

Tsukimi Sakura looked at him, her voice soft.

"Miyazawa-kun knows, right? I don't like owing favors to others."

"If Miyazawa-kun is injured because of me, then I will take the place of the injured part and become Miyazawa-kun's support."

"If Miyazawa-kun suffers inconvenience or even something bad happens because of his injury, I will not be able to forgive myself."

Miyazawa Itsuki remained silent for a moment.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, he understood the Holy Maiden's personality quite well.

That's definitely something she would say, especially after seeing how much risk she was taking to protect her.

Tsukimi Sakuna is unaware that he possesses street fighting skills and would assume that he is risking his life to fulfill a contract.

Ultimately, regardless of the severity of the injuries, in Tsukimi Sakura's eyes, they were all about the same.

Both cases involved near-fatal incidents, so the favors repaid should be reciprocated equally.

He emphasized it one last time.

"Have you really thought this through, Tsukimi-kun?"

"No matter what, I'm a man."

Tsukimi Sakuna's expression remained unchanged.

"It's okay. I was mentally prepared before suggesting this, and I also trust Miyazawa-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki was speechless.

He was extremely grateful for Tsukimi Sakura's trust.

But, how should I put it, I always felt like I wasn't treated like a boy.

Although he is a patient, he is still a healthy boy, both physically and mentally.

Faced with such a beautiful young woman, he would find it difficult to remain unmoved.

Seemingly sensing his thoughts, Tsukimi Sakuna added, "Of course, if Miyazawa-kun loses control, I will take appropriate measures. So don't worry."

"Then I'm relieved."

Since things have come to this, let it be.

Miyazawa Itsuki felt slightly relieved; at least the Holy Maiden still retained her rationality and did not trust him completely.

If she gets delirious from the fever and inadvertently oversteps the bounds, Tsukimi Sakura's rationality will be her last line of defense.

Give him a slap at a crucial moment to clear his head.

Miyazawa Itsuki pointed to the single bed.

"Tsukimi-kun, you can sleep in the bed tonight."

"What should we do about Miyazawa-kun?"

"I can sleep on the floor."

Tsukimi Sakura frowned and shook her head.

"No, as the master and the injured person, how can I let Miyazawa-kun sleep on the floor while I sleep on the bed? It should be the other way around."

"It doesn't matter where I sleep, and Tsukimi-san is a guest."

"I'm sorry, but I can't agree. Miyazawa-kun can rest better in bed. I came here so that Miyazawa-kun could relax more."

The girl was uncompromising on this point.

After a long struggle, Miyazawa Itsuki finally gave in.

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