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She picked up the medical records on the table: "Since the family has already made their decision, I, as a doctor, will certainly do my best."

"And you don't need to be too pessimistic. All of Miyazawa Shiori's indicators are very good, and the treatment effect is more positive than expected. If all goes well, the fourth course of treatment can be completed in the second half of this year. At that time, the patient will be able to walk briefly with the help of crutches instead of relying on a wheelchair."

"Thank you, Dr. Saito," Miyazawa Itsuki said sincerely.

After discussing the next phase of treatment plans with Saito Shizuka, Miyazawa Itsuki bowed and took his leave.

After buying a pizza at the nearest chain pizzeria to the hospital, Miyazawa Itsuki returned to the inpatient building and stood outside Miyazawa Shiori's ward.

He was about to knock on the door when he heard intermittent sounds coming from inside.

"...I miss Aoi-chan too...If you have the chance to come to Tokyo..."

It seems that Shiori is talking to someone on the phone.

"...Yes, I will try my best to get better, and then my brother won't have to suffer so much..."

"...Well, my brother should be back soon, let's talk again next time."

The sounds of conversation gradually subsided, and Miyazawa Itsuki remained silent for a while before gently knocking on the door.

"Shiori, I'm back."

The soft sound of Shiori answering the door came from inside the room, and Miyazawa Itsuki pushed the door open and entered.

He tried his best to make his expression look calm and relaxed.

"Elder brother."

Miyazawa Shiori greeted him with her angelic smile as always.

"I just spoke with Aoi-chan."

She had no intention of hiding it.

"Oh, is that Nanase Aoi from elementary school?"

"Yeah, she's in Kansai Junior High now, and she said she'll come to Tokyo to see me this summer." Shiori gave a knowing smile. "Aoi-chan has changed a lot these days. She's become a very popular girl. Most of you probably wouldn't recognize her, brother."

“Really? The little kid from back then has grown up.” Miyazawa Itsuki unpacked the pizza. “It’s really rare for her to come all the way to Tokyo for the sake of our elementary school friendship. We’ll have to treat her well.”

"Hehe, I think half of the reason she came here was to see her brother."

"...It can't be that bad, I've only spoken to her a few times."

"My elder brother has no idea how sinful he is."

……

The brother and sister shared the pizza amicably, chatting about relaxing topics, and neither of them mentioned anything heavy.

In the afternoon, Miyazawa Itsuki helped Shiori with her rehabilitation training in place of the nurse, and also pushed her wheelchair to a nearby park for some fresh air, enjoying the peak cherry blossom season.

For dinner, we ordered takeout. After eating, at Shiori's insistence, Miyazawa Itsuki enjoyed his sister's ear-cleaning service.

Because I was too relaxed, I don't remember much, except that Shiori's thighs were very soft and her small hands were delicate and cool.

Finally, under Miyazawa Shiori's reluctant gaze, Miyazawa Itsuki patted her head and left the hospital.

Looking at the closed door, Miyazawa Shiori's expression turned lonely.

She lay quietly on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the lights of Tokyo outside the window.

Night shift nurse Asami came in with an IV drip.

"Xiao Xili, it's time to change your dressing."

Shiori obediently asked the nurse to change the IV drip bottle, and said softly:

"Sister Mami, could you please turn on the TV for me?"

"Of course! Oh right, it's Sunday today, and there's a STAR COLORS program! I almost missed it if Xiaoxi hadn't told me!"

After changing the medicine bottle, Asami, a fan of K-pop, hurriedly turned on the TV.

The sound and images began to flow; there was no need to change the channel. The screen was frozen on a replay of an idol concert. It was already in its final stages.

"...We are very grateful for everyone's warm support all along. Every smile from our fans is our motivation..."

In the scene, a stunningly beautiful teenage idol stands in the center of the stage, speaking in a calm voice:

"...Yes, a brand new single, 'Unexpressible Longing,' will be released next month. This single will be included in the album 'Childhood Sweethearts.' It has been in preparation for a long time, and I hope that the song can heal everyone. Please give it your support."

The crowd below the stage cheered wildly, and the colors of the light sticks flowed like ribbons.

Some people were cheering the name of the group STAR COLORS, but most of the cheers were directed at the girl in the center of the stage.

The core of the idol group "Star Colors" is a nationally popular girl idol with overwhelming popularity.

—Shiri Hoshimiya.

……

After finishing his part-time job at Mori-zumi Cafe, Miyazawa Itsuki returned to his residence.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor where he lived, and Miyazawa Itsuki noticed many cardboard boxes placed in the corridor.

"Is someone moving in?"

He looked at the door to the next room.

The room next door was larger than his; it was a two-person room.

The previous tenants were two female college students who moved out after graduating, leaving the rooms vacant.

I didn't expect that new residents would arrive so soon.

Miyazawa Itsuki didn't pay much attention; as long as his neighbor was a quiet person, he didn't care.

Back at his rented apartment, Miyazawa Itsuki took a shower, reviewed his lessons, and then went to sleep.

Tomorrow is the start of the first semester of the second year of high school.

I vaguely remember there being class divisions, but I don't care how those things turn out.

He has no acquaintances he feels compelled to stick with, nor any adversaries he doesn't want to see.

Long live the ordinary.

……

April 1st, Monday, April Fool's Day.

It is also the start of the new school term for high schools in Japan.

On the bus that Miyazawa Itsuki was on, most of the passengers were students wearing the same uniform.

Tokyo Metropolitan Sakura-ryo High School.

This is the high school that Miyazawa Itsuki attends.

Although it is a public high school, its deviation score is among the top in Tokyo's prestigious schools.

It boasts facilities and faculty that rival those of private schools, and its uniforms are among the most stylish and attractive in Tokyo's top schools.

It's said that Sakura's uniform is very popular on Instagram and has even spread overseas, but that's not something Miyazawa Itsuki cares about.

Wearing [Passerby A's Glasses], even the best uniform and face can only lead to mediocrity.

Upon arriving at the school, without time to admire the grand gate, Miyazawa Itsuki followed the class assignments on the notice board and found his class.

"Second year, Group C... found."

He looked at the letters on the doorplate, and after confirming that they were correct, he stepped inside.

The classroom was bustling with activity as students gathered in small groups, chatting animatedly. Some were old friends from their first year of high school, while others were newly acquainted, and soon the beginnings of their circles were forming.

Miyazawa Itsuki missed the initial period of social circle formation because he was busy with Shiori's hospitalization and treatment, which caused him to feel out of place.

However, this marginalized life actually made things easier for him, as no one cared where a passerby would go after school.

As Miyazawa Itsuki walked in, many people's eyes lingered on him for a moment before moving on without a second thought.

Haha, a typical ordinary guy.

His physique and appearance were completely unremarkable; even otaku have something memorable about them. But Miyazawa Itsuki didn't.

Miyazawa Itsuki pushed up his glasses, satisfied with the effects of the system's items, and looked around for seats without backpacks, intending to find his own seat.

"Nakamura Yuta... Sato Junsuke... Tanaka Takato..."

"...Miyazawa Itsuki, found."

The corner spot perfectly suits the vibe of passersby.

Miyazawa Itsuki smiled.

He put down his schoolbag and sat down, intending to take a sip of water, when soon, a strangely familiar, melodious voice came from beside him:

Hi~ Hello.

Following the swaying, beautiful fingers, the girl's eyes and brows were so beautiful they were mesmerizing.

"My name is Asahina Mi. We'll be sitting next to each other from now on. Nice to meet you."

Her golden hair shimmered and dazzled in the sunlight.

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"..."

Miyazawa Itsuki remained silent.

Is this some kind of April Fool's Day prank?

Why is Naomi Asahina here?

They even became classmates, or even sat next to each other.

Miyazawa Itsuki, unusually, falls into a state of doubt about reality.

In the more than half a year since he started working, he has always managed to balance his work and life very well.

They never reveal their personal information, and even when faced with probing questions from customers, they only give ambiguous replies.

No one can know about Miyazawa Itsuki's life outside of work; all they know is [Miyazawa Teru], the all-around and handsome rental boyfriend.

This was the first time Miyazawa Itsuki had contacted a former client outside of work.

...Suddenly, I remembered that the name Asahina Oomi sounded familiar when I first heard it, and now I finally know why.

Among those popular student stars, one is a current model, namely Naomi Asahina.

No wonder she's so skilled at matching clothes.

"……Hello?"

Asahina looked at Miyazawa Itsuki, who remained silent, and tilted her head.

This guy is so weird.

Are you so engrossed in looking at yourself?

Although Asahina was aware of her own charm and had reacted awkwardly to boys before, this was the first time someone had stared at her so openly.

Even otaku would at least try to tone it down a bit.

"...Excuse me, my name is Miyazawa Itsuki, nice to meet you."

Miyazawa Itsuki snapped out of his daze.

He is currently just an ordinary passerby, Miyazawa Itsuki, and with the glasses on, Naomi cannot possibly associate him with [Miyazawa Teru].

Just pretend you don't know them.

Asahina Mikoto gave a subtle look: "Miyazawa... Ah, then I'll call you Miyazawa-kun, okay?"

"...Whatever is convenient for you."

Asahina was about to say something when, at the same time, a petite figure pounced over at lightning speed.

"Ahhh, Nana! I miss you so much!"

She was a girl with short, light brown hair and regular features. Although she didn't have Naomi's outstanding charm, she was still a cute girl.

She embraced Naomi with surprising force, seemingly quite familiar with Asahina Naomi.