I'm in Tokyo, and I'm a professional boyfriend.

Whether analyzed from the perspective of a service provider or from the perspective of a friend, this woman is not suitable for Sano Shino.

We can't let her keep licking.

"Terashima..."

"Just call me Xing."

"fortunate."

"What do you want?"

Terashima Yuki finally put down her pen again, and a faint smile appeared on her previously expressionless face.

"Who knows?"

Just then, footsteps could be heard in the hallway outside.

Xing's smile quickly vanished.

Harutora Yamashita entered carrying a cup of hot cocoa.

"President."

"Just give it to him directly."

"Yes."

Harutora Yamashita glanced at Shiina and handed her the hot cocoa.

Shiina looked deeply into Terashima Yuki's eyes.

Reaching out to take the drink,

He turned and went out.

As soon as Yamashita Harutora sat back down at another table, he asked Terashima with some confusion, "President, who is that Shiina-kun...?"

“Yamashita-kun,” Terashima Yuki suddenly interrupted him, “would you please go buy another drink?”

"Huh?"

Hot cocoa.

"..."

"Yes."

When he went out again, Terashima Yuki took out a small box lined with silk from her skirt.

Open the lid, and inside is a photograph and a small black stick.

Terashima Yuki looked at the photo of a man and a woman kissing in the middle of a crowd, her fingertips gently stroking and wiping the man's face.

My gaze lingered on the parts they were touching.

He murmured softly:

"...What do you want?"

"I want everything you gave her."

"Iori".

......

After finishing her classes for the day, Shiina Iori returned home carrying a bag of groceries for three people. She turned the key to open the door and took off her shoes in the entryway.

"I am back."

Recently, it has become a habit.

"You're back?"

Miyahara Nagisa was wearing a small blue apron and a pair of heat-resistant gloves. Her long hair was tied up, and her little head peeked out from the open doorway.

"Iori".

"Don't cook yet, wait over there for a while."

Shiina Iori carried the vegetables through the door and looked in the direction of the wall door with some confusion.

"Don't look!"

The landlady said this, but in reality, she smugly moved aside to reveal the kitchen counter, which had become a mess again.

However, this time, unlike last time, there was no unidentified black solidified substance scattered everywhere.

On the slightly narrow countertop were several cake molds stained with white low-gluten flour. The whisk, which outlined the semi-solidified egg liquid and flour mixture, was thrown into the sink, leaving stains on the edge of the mixing bowl.

On the other side of the counter, there were flour sacks, a couple of bottles of milk, sugar, corn oil...

There were also many fruits that were mostly used up, which were placed in several plates.

The oven, which I don't know when it was delivered, was shoved onto the shelf next to the refrigerator, its light humming.

Shiina Iori watched this scene with a look of novelty on her face.

He put down the vegetable bag and wandered around Nagisa's little kitchen.

Miyahara Nagisa proudly raised his head and glanced at him: "Don't rush, it'll be ready in a bit."

"Wow, Nagisa-chan is amazing."

Shiina Iori looked through the glass into the oven one last time, her face showing surprise.

"The shape is actually tart-shaped."

"Did you invite a pastry chef over?"

"Hmph, I did it~"

Miyahara Nagisa pouted, her face full of gentle smiles: "Would you like to try some later?"

"I tried one, and it was very sweet."

"Really?"

Shiina Iori squinted.

Although it seems like there's nothing wrong with it, if Nagisa-chan already claims she made it herself...

Just thinking about the mess in the kitchen last time, and how I had to scrub the kitchen utensils that Nagisa had to clean for so long before they were barely usable again...

Shiina Iori fell into deep thought.

"That stuff, didn't it have any strange additives or anything?"

"You underestimate me?!"

Miyahara Nagisa gave him a light kick, annoyed: "Let's see what you say after you taste it!"

"Whether you try it or not, let's put that aside for now." Shiina Iori looked at her with some surprise. "Why would Nagisa-chan suddenly want to make desserts?"

"Perhaps... a fairy repaying a debt?"

"What the hell is that?"

Miyahara Nagisa leaned down to look into the oven, pouting, "After all, Iori tutors me until late every day, makes me delicious food every day, and then I have to go to class the next day."

"But, I don't think I've done anything for Iori. I just gave her some money and waived some rent, which doesn't seem like much..."

"If you can continue to give money, please be sure to increase the amount."

Shiina Iori's expression was extremely serious.

Miyahara Nagisa ignored him and continued, "Last night, when I saw you bring back other people's sweets, I was thinking, 'Ah, it seems like making some sweets wouldn't be bad'—that was roughly the thought."

"Then today I bought an oven and other equipment, and followed an online tutorial to try it out."

As Miyahara Nagisa spoke, she turned her head and gave Shiina a warm smile:

"Perhaps it's because it came with good intentions?"

"The process went surprisingly smoothly!"

Shiina Iori felt a jolt in her heart as she looked at her smile.

Kind of cute.

"Ding."

Time is up.

Wearing oven mittens, Miyahara Nagisa took the tray out of the oven, then quickly whipped the cream base onto the tart base, while deftly and steadily stuffing the tart with chopped fruit.

Shiina Iori watched from the side.

When it doesn't involve aspects like 'fire control' or 'stirring the pan', Nagisa-chan's performance seems quite normal.

Perhaps, she unexpectedly has the potential to become a pastry chef...

"and many more!"

Shiina Iori suddenly called a halt.

Nagisa turned to look at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Shiina's eyes widened in horror: "What was that green condiment you just sprinkled into the cream?"

Miyahara Nagisa paused, then smiled and picked up a small silver bottle from the counter: "You mean this?"

The girl's warm smile suddenly turned incredibly sinister.

"It's an ultra-intense, super-spicy wasabi sauce!"

"Just one drop is enough to elevate one's soul!"

Shiina Iori suddenly realized something was wrong: "So..."

"This is the first time I've ever made desserts, so of course I want to leave Iori with a memory that she'll cherish for a lifetime!"

"That's called psychological trauma!!!"

"Call it whatever you want, let's play Russian Roulette!"

"hiss--"

Of course~