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

After a moment of stunned silence, seemingly realizing she had encountered a tough opponent, she quickly picked up her things and ran away.

The onlookers seemed to be taken aback by the scene as well. They were stunned for a moment before bursting into applause.

"Clap clap clap-"

When Hisaishi Kaoru saw Nagisa kick him for no reason, he seemed startled and quickly ran over and nervously clung to Nagisa's arm.

"Wow! Thank you so much!"

"Nagisa-chan".

"If I lose my phone, I'll probably have to save up my allowance for several more months."

"fine."

Miyahara Nagisa, however, didn't take this small matter to heart at all. He slightly lowered his chin, which was about to rise, and waved his hand casually: "There are a lot of people coming and going today. It's best to put your things in the cabinet."

"Uh-huh."

"Speaking of which, Nagisa-chan."

"what happened?"

"Are you alright after that 'whoosh'?"

"It's okay, I'm wearing shorts underneath."

"Eh~ It's a bit of a shame, but what I asked was actually something else... *muttering*"

"It's okay, I'm using the sports version, which has small wings."

"Don't tell anyone!"

"Nobody heard it."

The two whispered to each other, and there were definitely people nearby who could hear them.

Kikukawa Masami, who witnessed almost the entire scene, had been staring intently at the incredibly cute petite girl from the very beginning.

It might be a bit cringeworthy, but kicking a customer like that was totally cool!

While working part-time at the supermarket, she had countless times thought about kicking a rude customer and getting applause for it.

It's just a bit cringey.

A short while later, the cute girl sat back down behind the counter by the door.

From the very beginning, Masami Kikukawa noticed that the girl didn't seem to have to do any work.

If only I had the chance to learn some hospitality from her.

Meanwhile, Ms. Miyahara, who didn't have to do any work, yawned and scrolled through her phone out of boredom.

She really didn't take that situation to heart.

Don't say that Japan is a developed country and Tokyo is a developed city. In fact, you can see tents if you walk a little deeper into Tajima Park. Every day before the cleaning company collects garbage at the fixed recycling point, there are many elderly and middle-aged people rummaging through the garbage to find usable items. Bicycles left outside without being locked will disappear in two or three hours.

In some upscale areas of Tokyo, similar phenomena may be less common.

However, this happens frequently in Shizuoka, where the economy is not very developed.

Former delinquent Nagisa Miyahara was already used to this.

Those middle-aged women are taking advantage of the fact that high school girls are shy and timid, like victims of groping on the subway, and dare not confront them about their crimes.

But Miss Nagisa doesn't care about any of that!

"I am bored."

Miyahara Nagisa rested his chin on his hand, idly watching customers come and go in the shop.

"Where did Iori go?"

"Didn't you say you were already at school?"

The last message on my phone screen was over half an hour ago.

"But...do I really have to show him 'that'?"

Just thinking about the 'secret weapon' that Kaoru Hisaishi showed him that day made Nagisa Miyahara feel a subtle, fluttering impulse in his chest.

"If I actually wore it for him to see, wouldn't the 'meaning' be too obvious...?"

Miss Miyahara's face gradually became hot.

Nagisa was completely unaware that ever since her first failed confession, she had never shown any 'unobtrusive' behavior.

"jingle--"

A clear, melodious silver bell rang out from the doorway.

Miyahara Nagisa remained bored, looking down at her phone, until the voice of her classmate who rushed to the door to greet her gradually changed, at which point she subconsciously looked up.

"Welcome, Huanhuan..."

"Dog, dog, how do you fix it?"

It seemed that a strange logical conflict arose between the girl's intense excitement and her work instincts; her voice stammered and became indistinct as she tried to enunciate.

It was as if tiny stars were shining in her eyes.

"Thank you, are there any seats available?"

Shiina Iori, who had changed her glasses today, clearly had a scholarly air about her. Even with a mask on, her every smile and gesture had a great impact on the ordinary people around her.

"Also... I remember this should be Class 3-A."

Is there a girl named Miyahara Nagisa in your class?

"Eh? You, you are...?"

"I'm from Nagisa's family, I've come to visit."

"Oh, it's big brother Miyahara~! My name is Uehara! Please teach me, Juicy Teacher!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Almost the instant she heard the words "I am Nagisa's family," the landlady sitting behind the counter sprang out with lightning speed, her small face flushed red from the rapidly rising body temperature, and her voice so loud it was almost a scream.

Many diners nearby were drawn over by her voice.

Then, my gaze was drawn to the group of people at the door.

"Oh? Nagisa-chan is in charge of managing the shop?"

Shiina Iori glanced down at the maid outfit Miyahara Nagisa was wearing, a smile appearing beneath her mask: "But this maid outfit fits quite well, it looks very nice."

"Who, who asked you to praise them!"

"...Keep your voice down."

She tried to suppress the unconscious smile that was playing on her lips, but the blush on her face was impossible to hide. The high school girl in her maid outfit turned her head away, too lazy to look at him, but she took his arm with her hand: "There's an empty seat over there, you..."

Just as she was about to lead Iori forward, Miss Miyahara seemed to notice something out of the corner of her eye, and slowly raised her head along Iori's arm.

Then, Terashima Yuki, who had been hidden behind the door, appeared, holding Iori's other hand.

Fortunately, he remained calm and composed, as if he could remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, his eyes as still as a tranquil lake.

Their eyes met, and she pointed to herself, seemingly puzzled:

"Welcome?"

On Miss Miyahara's fair and smooth forehead, a vein shaped like the Chinese character "井" (well) had unknowingly appeared.

Whenever she saw this woman, she would always remember the day she was bitten by this guy and how she couldn't beat her in a fight.

In addition, the cultural festival, which was originally only for Iori to attend, was somehow managed to get me on board by Terashima Yuki!

No wonder I arrived at school half an hour ago, but I'm only now getting to my own place!

Are you here on a date?

gas!

Her small face was puffed up, and JK-style eyes seemed to flash with lightning.

But remembering that they were outside, she turned her face away and said to Iori in a dry tone:

"Welcome, Master."

In order not to lose face in front of Terashima Yuki, she deliberately used katakana.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Terashima Yuki nodded, his face remaining expressionless.

It looks exactly like a cat leader pressing down on the heads of other cats with one paw.

"whispering sound--"

"Nagisa-chan, Nagisa-chan!"

Seemingly noticing the scene, Kaoru Hisaishi suddenly popped out from some corner and leaned behind Nagisa Miyahara, whispering, "Is that the guy you like? Why is he with his girlfriend?"

"Wow! His girlfriend is super beautiful, isn't she? She looks like a celebrity... wait, even celebrities aren't that good-looking!"

"And this guy, his eyes look exactly like Sakurai's! Absolutely identical!"

It seems to be a common emotional trait among all young girls that they easily become so excited when they see a handsome guy that they forget their original purpose.

Hisaishi Kaoru looked indignant when he spoke his first words, but once his gaze fell on Shiina Iori, he couldn't look away.

"It's such a shame he has a girlfriend... wait a minute?"

"Nagisa-chan, you...!"

As if remembering something, Kaoru Hisaishi suddenly turned to look at Nagisa Miyahara.

"Leave me alone?"

Miss JK snorted through her nose: "Since he admitted it, he's mine."

"Huh?!"

Hearing Miyahara Nagisa's indignant voice, Hisaishi Kaoru's gaze towards her became increasingly subtle.

"Oh, right." As if suddenly remembering something, or simply to change the subject, Miyahara Nagisa turned her head again, "That 'secret weapon' you mentioned... is it really that useful?"