Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Ito had no interest in finding out where she got the key, not knowing where she got it from.

It seems perfectly normal for there to be a key to this place in the forest. It would be strange if there weren't any keys.

Mori looked into the pitch-black living room and his gaze quickly locked onto Ito, who was sitting in a chair.

The somber aura emanating from him was as if he were tightly enveloped by a layer of gray mist, isolating him from everything outside.

Mori's delicate eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

She was carrying several plastic bags with the supermarket logo on them. She skillfully reached for the light switch on the wall, and with a soft "click," the warm light instantly dispelled the darkness in the room.

She changed into indoor shoes in the entryway, picked up the bag, and walked to the dining table. She immediately noticed the bowl of water noodles that had been soaking for a long time and looked particularly pitiful, along with the scattered bean sprouts.

Her gaze lingered on the bowl of noodles for half a second before shifting away.

One of the bags was an insulated bag.

She opened it and took out an exquisite bento box.

Opening the box reveals neatly arranged, thoughtfully colored home-style dishes, still steaming slightly.

She silently placed the bento box on the dining table in front of Ito without disturbing him.

Because she knew that Ito was probably not listening to anything right now and didn't want to talk.

After all, Ito knew better than anyone how special a place Asada Sakura held in his heart.

Seeing that Ito did not react, Mori picked up the plastic wrap next to him and carefully covered the bento box.

Since the senior doesn't seem to want to eat it, let's leave it for now.

Then she began to deal with the other bags.

Inside were various fresh vegetables and fruits, with glistening water droplets still clinging to the leaves, clearly indicating they had just been purchased.

She walked up to the refrigerator, opened the door, and even though the interior was cleaner than her face, her expression didn't change at all. She simply began to silently and carefully put the food she had bought inside, one by one.

When she finished doing all this, gently clapped her hands, and prepared to tidy up the pillows scattered on the balcony, Ito seemed to finally be pulled back to her senses from her own world.

He looked up, his voice unusually hoarse from the long silence: "Mori... thank you."

He didn't know what else to say. A profound sense of powerlessness and worry almost overwhelmed him.

"Hey! Yuujin, what are you doing!"

Mori's voice suddenly rose, carrying a clear hostility. She even called Ito by his name, which was extremely rare for her.

"Saying thank you is too formal!"

She walked quickly to the last bag and roughly tore it open. Inside was a beautifully packaged ice cream cake, with an ice pack next to it to keep it warm.

She grabbed the ice pack, its cool moisture wafting through the air, and without hesitation, slapped it directly onto Ito's face!

The icy touch instantly stimulated the skin.

"Please wake up!" Mori stared at him, his tone filled with barely suppressed annoyance.

She'd wanted to do this for a long time!

The thought came to me the moment I stepped into the room and sensed his complete descent into negative emotions.

That damn Ito, he's infuriating!

Since you can speak, just say what's on your mind, you bastard!

"Just because Asada-senpai disappeared for a while, you've become so dejected. Senpai, how can you be so useless!" Mori clenched his fists, wanting to punch him right now.

"If you let Asada-senpai know about the engagement, you should think about how to resolve it! No! Even letting Asada-senpai leave is entirely your dereliction of duty!"

Mori tried to suppress his voice, "You shouldn't be in this state yourself if you can cause others to feel worried."

How despicable! Absolutely despicable!

"Hirujin, why do you think I did all this!" Mori pointed at the bento box on the table. "You think I wanted to do this?! If they hadn't asked me, I wouldn't even have thought of coming!"

"I'm the one who should be your girlfriend, Yujin! If your boyfriend is worried about another girl, then logically I shouldn't be there, much less help you clean up this mess! It's really awful to ask your girlfriend to do something like this!"

Please, please...

Ito opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single syllable. The ice pack that Mori had thrown at him lay in his hand.

Terrible, really terrible.

"Yujin, you shouldn't be the kind of guy who gets sentimental because of girls! Pull yourself together, you bastard!" Mori's words kept coming through.

Regardless of how much Ito could accept, Mori had no choice but to make everything clear.

How could it have turned out like this? It's driving her crazy.

She's the one who's constantly in danger of having her boyfriend stolen! She's the one who works so hard but reaps so little in return!

She even tacitly approved of his inappropriate contact with other girls, so how did things turn out this way?

If you can't even accept the slightest setback...

"Yujin, you're so good at shifting the pressure onto others, why don't you do it now! Even if Asada hasn't come back yet, we know she's safe and sound!" Mori's clenched fists began to turn white.

"Shouldn't we be eating our food at the table while thinking about how to bully Asada-senpai?!"

"This kind of internal strife is completely unlike your style, Hisahito!" Mori's distance from him continued to close.

The wind whistled in through the entryway, making the balcony door rattle loudly. The sound grew louder and louder, even causing the clothes racks on the balcony to collide with each other, making a chaotic knocking sound.

Ito's black hair, which hadn't been trimmed for a while, was blown wildly by the wind, with a few strands sticking to her forehead.

His dark pupils finally focused, clearly reflecting Mori's appearance before him.

The other person's violet eyes burned with anger, yet also revealed an almost stubborn sincerity.

Her body trembled slightly with excitement, her chest heaving, clearly indicating that her words had taken a great deal of effort.

It was only then that Ito truly noticed that Morikami Chinatsu, who always dressed herself up so meticulously, looked rather disheveled.

Although the signs of hasty tidying were visible, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, the few strands of slightly messy hair clinging to her neck, and the undisguised fatigue in her eyes all spoke of her previous rush and hurried pace.

These traces cannot be easily erased.

Ito's Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, but his mouth was so dry and bitter that his words lost their rhythm:

"Chika... thank you."

The two "thank you"s have different meanings.

"Thank you is useless!" Mori had no intention of letting Ito off the hook. "Keep saying thank you, thank you. Yuujin, are you just an apologetic machine?"

"Did I come all this way? Did I talk for so long? Did I do all this just to hear you say thank you?!"

These words silenced Ito again. He knew his words were cheap, but he had always maintained an unequal relationship of giving and receiving with Mori.

What to do? No, what can I do?

Unconsciously, the image of Origin Yuriko came to mind again. If she knew, she would definitely hit him on the shoulder with a book and then start a merciless scolding.

Miss Yuriko, who's always been so concerned about saving face, must be feeling very lonely right now... She's been moved from a four-person room to a single room, and if she goes there now, she'll probably get a lecture.

"Yujin, are you even hearing me?" Moriue Mi Ito's voice rose as he realized that Ito was still distracted in this situation.

Although he could sense that the mist enveloping Ito was gradually dissipating, which could be considered a slight improvement, Mori still couldn't help feeling angry.

"I'm listening." Ito's mind was racing, filled with all sorts of things Yuriko Minamoto might say.

Ito's nonchalant attitude has turned him back into the infuriating guy he always was.

Mori saw his absent-mindedness and obvious wandering thoughts and gradually gritted his teeth.

This guy... is he even listening to anyone?!

Suddenly, a thought, tinged with revenge and mischief, flashed through her mind.

As Ito was lost in thought, her body moved silently closer and closer.

Ito, who was thinking about rushing to the hospital to visit Yuriko Minamoto as soon as Asada returned, was completely unaware of Mori's approaching movements and the increasingly dangerous aura emanating from him.

It wasn't until that familiar, sweet floral and fruity scent forcefully entered his nostrils that his gaze was suddenly completely captured by Mori's incredibly deceptive, yet now utterly mischievous, handsome face.

Ito's lips parted slightly, but before he could utter a single syllable, he saw a sly glint flash in Mori's violet eyes.

That was a common sign she showed before she was about to commit an evil deed.

The whistling wind seemed to stretch out infinitely for a moment, then suddenly fell silent, and even the buzzing of the tram passing by outside the window strangely disappeared.

The cherry blossoms in April should be more magnificent than those in March, but at this moment, all Ito could see was that pale purple strand of hair that was getting closer and closer, almost taking over his entire mind.

Morishi stood on tiptoe, leaning slightly forward, his resolute expression silencing any unspoken words and abruptly interrupting all of Morishi's chaotic thoughts.

My mind went completely blank for a moment.

My lips, which were originally dry and chapped, felt moist and had a soft touch with a sweet scent.

Time was stretched out indefinitely.

Ito's cotton fortress, wrapped in layers of cotton, is being forcibly pried open by a force that carries no sweet scent.

Someone squeezed in without permission...

After an unknown amount of time, the soft and moist sensation slowly dissipated.

Mori took a half step back, slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed, but her raised chin and straight back exuded the air of a victor.

Those violet eyes smiled and stared directly at Ito without flinching, showing no intention of backing down.

Ito froze on the spot, all her anxiety and distractions seemingly evaporated instantly by that sudden kiss.

He could only stare blankly at Mori, his mind a complete blank, the whole world reduced to the bold and cunning girl before him.

Mori looked at him, a rare sight of him completely under her control, and a smile crept onto her lips, revealing a small, smug, and defiant canine tooth, as she issued a victory declaration signifying her absolute dominance:

"Now... Yuujin, can you still ignore me?"

“Mori, Mori-gami…” Ito stammered.

Before he could say anything more, Mori's words of response were stopped by Mori's finger at his lips.

"Yujin, please call me Chinatsu!" Mori's words were delivered with an unquestionable tone, and he even kissed her cheek again, taking advantage of the situation.

The silent threat of "you'll bear the consequences" has absolutely no power to harm you.

No, now is not the time to think about these things. Ito's eyes darted away, and he turned his head to the side as if trying to escape.