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

"Of course!"

Kaoru Hisaishi initially agreed subconsciously, but then, as if realizing something, her eyes widened instantly: "Wait! Nagisa-chan... you're not going to wear that here, are you? That's something you can only wear in private!"

"Of course I know!"

Without turning his head, Miyahara Nagisa stared at Shiina Iori, who was snuggling intimately with Terashima Yuki, grinding his back teeth with a grinding sound.

"I'm just checking."

---Aside---

If I ever say "strive" again, I'm a dog.

Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone! otiz

【511】Should we pull it?

"Miss?"

"Miss? Your Snow Coffee has arrived."

Are you alright?

After Shiina Iori and her companion entered, a JK maid carrying a tray approached a corner and waved her hand in confusion in front of the female customer.

Masami Kikukawa remained seated motionless, seemingly lost in thought.

His gaze was fixed intently.

Even though the man was just sitting there casually, chatting and laughing with his female companion, the half of his profile that was shown to her still captivated Kikukawa Masami's eyes.

Leg shape assessment, indicated by √

The back of the neck is assessed by checking the √

Shoulder assessment, indicated by √

Eye shape determination, via √

......

This is the man who changed his life!

Although it has been almost half a year since we last met, some people, even if they only pass by in other people's lives, will leave a significant mark on their life trajectory.

In countless days and nights when she wanted to give up her complicated work and escape from the sight of others, Masami Kikukawa had replayed the scene of their meeting in her mind countless times.

Even if it was just a fleeting encounter, in countless recollections and daydreams, the memory that should have faded away long ago remains firmly fixed in the very center of the labyrinth of memory, just like a modern text that has been recited countless times.

So much so that even though the other party had made some decorations, she recognized them at a glance.

"Gudong."

Kikukawa Masami struggled to breathe, but it felt as if her throat was being choked, and her eyes reddened slightly.

Having witnessed the beautiful scenery in life, she had countless strong desires to change herself. This desire was the foundation that supported her in taking the first step in transforming herself from a seasoned homebody.

In her imagination, she had long fantasized about what a beautiful and harmonious scene it would be when she made a perfect transformation and encountered that scenery once again.

However, when this scene came so suddenly, she was caught off guard.

Should we go up and say hello?

With just a little thought, this idea sprouted in my mind like wild grass.

However, at the same moment this thought arose, a strong sense of inferiority and social anxiety overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

'wrong!'

Have I truly changed?

"He's someone who just quit his job because he couldn't afford to pay his public pension, and even though he's saved a little, it's not enough to cover his expenses. He's currently a stay-at-home mom looking for work."

'And beside him...'

Masami Kikukawa looked up at the woman sitting opposite him.

How can one describe such a woman?

Even as a woman myself, I find it difficult to feel jealousy. The vast difference in our relationship can easily overwhelm our natural tendency to compare ourselves to others, leading to a strange sense of admiration.

She simply sat there, wearing a fitted formal short skirt, with a long-sleeved coat draped over her shoulders to match the season. Her legs, encased in thermal tights, obscured her skin tone, but the sight of her slender, shapely calves as she stretched out was captivating. She wore a pair of leather boots.

Even when facing her ideal man, she showed no fear, maintaining a calm and composed expression throughout.

Only his eyes remained fixed on the other person's face, as if he were gazing intently with all his emotions.

The boy she couldn't forget was also smiling brightly, his eyes narrowed with laughter behind his thick, scholarly glasses, as if he were talking about something.

The mere fact that these two were sitting there gave those around them a sense of harmonious 'matching'.

It's like watching a seal close its lid perfectly, or like a watermelon being cut in half, perfectly satisfying the desires of all kinds of obsessive-compulsive patients.

Compared to them...it's not even in the same league.

Kikukawa Masami suddenly felt a little ashamed of herself, and even from a distance, she felt guilty for ruining the atmosphere between the two.

However, just as Kikukawa Masami was feeling ashamed, the boy who had been chattering away suddenly stopped for some reason and looked around in confusion.

When he saw me, he didn't say anything, but just smiled and nodded at me.

Masami Kikukawa was stunned.

he.

Does he remember me?

Almost instantly, she suddenly held her breath.

I finally mustered up the courage.

......

"Thank you! I will continue to work hard."

The sudden sound startled Shiina Iori, who turned her head with a puzzled look in her eyes.

He turned around and saw a woman he didn't recognize bowing deeply to him.

Her voice was almost choked with sobs.

Without saying anything, the other person turned and left.

Shiina Iori was left alone with a blank expression.

"An acquaintance of Iori?"

Xing, sitting opposite him, remained expressionless, though her tone carried a hint of doubt.

Clearly, even though she was keeping a 24/7 watch on Shiina Iori, she had absolutely no recollection of this woman.

"No... we know each other, right?"

Shiina Iori watched the woman walk out the door with firm steps, wondering what kind of belief she was carrying.

She had no idea that a simple shopping trip had unintentionally changed the lazy life of a seasoned homebody, and her expression was one of utter bewilderment.

Some people, even if they only appear in one scene, can become the protagonist of someone else's entire life.

That's roughly the situation.

However, these protagonists who only appear in one 'shot' are probably completely unaware of the significant impact they have left behind.

This is only natural.

Just as it's difficult to explain in a few words exactly how many fans who chased their idols all the way to the gates of Tokyo University had their path to following their idols ruthlessly cut off by the cruel woman, Terashima Yuki.

"Yeah."

Terashima Yuki answered in a flat tone.

But those eyes, which were already staring straight at him, seemed to be attached to him, always maintaining that 'staring' feeling.

It makes one feel extremely uncomfortable.

Shiina Iori could only return the same strained smile—this time he genuinely didn't know.

"Boom!"

As the two were talking, they heard a metal plate fall heavily onto the table.

The coffee and cake on the tray showed no signs of being shaken and spilled. Instead, they miraculously swayed between the rim of the cup and the side of the tray a few times before perfectly returning to the center.

It's like a juggling act.

Miss Miyahara Nagisa glared fiercely at Shiina Iori, then slammed the plate and coffee down in front of him, drawing out her words:

"Please! Take your time!"

"Master~~!"

Looking at Nagisa-chan's adorable appearance with such a strong contrast, Shiina Iori couldn't help but twitch her facial muscles again.

This really put JK Girl's powder keg to rest.

"What's so funny?!"

"You've been laughing at me the whole time, and you haven't stopped!"

Nagisa-chan spoke in a relentless tone.

Shiina Iori raised her hands in a foreign military salute, her innocent-looking eyes wide open: "N-no, that's not true."

In fact, there are.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw Nagisa standing in front of the kitchen counter, clumsily carrying the coffee onto the tray—it had nothing to do with Ms. Kikukawa, who was embarking on her journey of hard work again.

"Humph!"

"Don't let me catch you."

Since it was a cultural festival, not at home, Nagisa observed the 'watching the show' atmosphere around her and decided not to pursue the matter further.

To avoid being misunderstood.

Shiina Iori just smiled and didn't offer any explanation.