Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend.

"Um... Miyazawa-kun, are you back?"

Outside the door came Tsukimi Sakura's soft voice, tinged with a hint of trepidation.

"Ah, yes, I just got back."

Miyazawa Itsuki was somewhat surprised. He quickly took out his glasses, put them on, and pulled down his sleeve to cover his injury.

Arriving at the door, I opened the door to the rented room.

Outside the door, Tsukimi Sakura stood there, looking quite pretty, dressed in her home clothes.

Her light chestnut hair was slightly damp, exuding a faint scent of shampoo after a shower, suggesting she had just taken a bath.

"Did I disturb Miyazawa-kun?"

"How could that be? I never bother Tsukimi-kun whenever she comes over." Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head. "Is there something you need?"

Tsukimi Sakuna said very politely:

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if Miyazawa-kun has had dinner yet. If not, I made some beef rice."

The girl's voice was as gentle and soft as an evening breeze.

Miyazawa Itsuki was taken aback.

So that's what it was about.

It is kind of Your Highness to think of his meals, while I have already eaten dinner outside.

It was his oversight that he had told Tsukimi Sakura that he didn't need to keep a share for himself.

Miyazawa Itsuki bowed his head and sincerely apologized:

"I'm sorry, Tsukimi-san, I already ate today. It was my fault for forgetting to tell you."

"Huh?" Tsukimi Sakura was a little surprised, and nodded slightly: "Is that so... Okay, it's alright."

The girl's eyes held a knowing smile. Her tone was devoid of blame.

But whether it was just his imagination or not, Miyazawa Itsuki could detect a faint hint of disappointment in the Saintess's voice.

"...but suddenly I still feel a little hungry."

Miyazawa Itsuki changed the subject.

"So, if there's any beef rice left, can I still eat some?"

Sakura Tsukimi was a little stunned.

Then came a gentle affirmation.

"Ah."

……

Tsukimi House

Miyazawa Itsuki sat at the dining table, in front of him was a generous portion of beef rice. Thinly sliced ​​onions and sauce were mixed perfectly and placed on top of the steaming rice, with a few slices of red ginger carefully garnished on the side.

Miyazawa Itsuki picked up his chopsticks and earnestly finished the beef rice bowl in front of him.

Although he had just finished a bowl of ramen not long ago, fortunately, this is the body of a teenage male, who is still in a period of rapid growth.

So it wouldn't be too difficult to eat another bowl of beef rice. It's just a matter of going from being 70% full to 100% full.

Tsukimi Sakura sat opposite him, reviewing her lessons, occasionally glancing up to watch him eat.

I could tell that Her Highness was in a good mood.

After all, it is a kind of satisfaction for the maker to see someone enjoy the food they make so much.

Miyazawa Itsuki has a deep understanding of this.

At Mori-suke Cafe, when Miss Ao requests him to make desserts, he becomes more motivated than usual.

Seeing Miss Qing sitting quietly in the corner, happily savoring the pudding bite by bite, made him feel very relaxed.

Therefore, when Miyazawa Itsuki eats food prepared by others, he never makes himself look like he is eating blandly, but rather expresses his positive thoughts about the food.

This is a sign of respect for both sides.

Before long, the beef rice was gone.

Miyazawa Itsuki put down his chopsticks and clasped his hands together.

"I'm full. Thank you so much for your hospitality, Tsukimi-san."

Miyazawa Itsuki sincerely praised, "The taste is as delicious as ever. The beef is stewed until very tender, the seasoning is just right, and the sweet and salty flavors of the sauce have completely permeated the meat."

Tsukimi Sakura's eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she was genuinely happy.

"Miyazawa-kun always eats very seriously."

Miyazawa Itsuki nodded earnestly.

"Because it's really delicious. I can't imagine life without Tsukimi-kun's cooking."

"Even the food outside has become almost tasteless. Hmm... I have a slightly scary feeling about the future."

Miyazawa said, "I'll go wash the dishes first," stood up, cleared the table, and headed to the kitchen.

Tsukimi Sakura's gaze lingered on his back, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Although she knew it was an exaggeration, Miyazawa-kun's compliments still made her happy.

After all, this was the first time someone other than her mother had so wholeheartedly recognized what she loved.

During her home economics class at school, Tsukimi Sakuna did share some of the food she made.

But those people were more concerned about themselves than about the food.

Every time people gather around, their eyes always fall on her face first, and then on the finished product in her hands.

Phrases like "Wow, that's amazing!", "No wonder she's the Holy Maiden!", and "Even her cooking is excellent when she's pretty" don't make people happy.

Only Miyazawa is different; he takes the food itself seriously, rather than looking at himself with a frivolous eye.

Miyazawa-kun never hesitates to praise her after tasting the food and acknowledges her efforts.

For the second day's bento, I intentionally adjusted the flavor ratio to suit Miyazawa-kun's taste, and he immediately noticed it.

Honestly, it feels so good to be understood.

It's probably because Miyazawa-kun is also good at making desserts that he can understand this feeling.

Tsukimi Sakura thought to herself.

Miyazawa Itsuki's silhouette was reflected in her pupils.

Along with the footsteps.

"……what?"

Tsukimi Sakura frowned her beautiful eyebrows, vaguely sensing something amiss.

Miyazawa-kun's gait seemed a little strange.

Although the difference is not very obvious, you can still see that one is darker and the other is lighter.

...He was perfectly fine this morning.

Sakura Tsukimi narrowed her eyes slightly.

Did something happen after school?

"...Miyazawa-kun?"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

The boy turned around at the sound, a look of surprise on his face.

Are you injured?

……

Ten minutes later.

Miyazawa Itsuki sat obediently in the chair, his right leg raised. Tsukimi Sakuna was carefully applying medicine to it.

Looking at the girl with her head bowed in front of him, Miyazawa Itsuki was filled with mixed emotions.

Her Highness's observational skills are truly astonishing.

He thought he had concealed it very well, but he was still found out.

After Tsukimi Sakura noticed something was wrong, Miyazawa Itsuki had no choice but to give a brief explanation in the face of her harmless yet inexplicably stressful gaze.

He said he was slightly bumped by a car on the road.

Upon hearing this, Her Highness immediately panicked and frantically searched for the first-aid kit to treat his injuries.

After changing the bandage on my arm, I got a sprained ankle.

Tsukimi Sakura used a cotton swab to apply the medicine carefully to her joints.

"Miyazawa-kun, does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt at all."

Miyazawa Itsuki initially wanted to say that the worst was over. But then she changed her perspective.

"How about this?"

"Hiss... Please, please be gentler."

Seeing Miyazawa Itsuki gasp in shock, Tsukimi Sakuna eased her grip.

Cool fingers gently brushed across the skin of my legs.

"Miyazawa-kun, why didn't you go to the hospital immediately after you got injured?"

The girl's soft voice reached my ears.

Miyazawa Itsuki coughed and looked away somewhat guiltily.

"...Because I felt the injury wasn't serious, I simply didn't waste any time."

"This is not a waste of time."

Tsukimi Sakura raised her head, her beautiful features showing some displeasure.

"If it's not a sprain but a fracture, it can cause a lot of trouble if not treated promptly. Impacts can also cause internal organ damage, which is not visible from external injuries."

It's rare to see Her Highness looking unhappy.

Looking into her beautiful, earnest eyes that made it impossible to be swayed, I felt that it would be too tactless to offer any further explanation.

"Yes... Tsukimi-san is right."

Miyazawa lowered his head, admitting his mishandling of the situation.

Being cared for like this warmed my heart.

Tsukimi Sakura sighed softly and continued to work on the bandages.

"Miyazawa-kun, if a similar situation occurs again, you must go to the hospital immediately."

"I understand." Miyazawa Itsuki thanked him sincerely. "Thank you, Tsukimi-kun."

She secured the last piece of bandage, raised her head, and her expression softened slightly.

"Try not to run around these few days. If you are still in pain tomorrow, you must go to the hospital."

"it is good."

Miyazawa Itsuki tried moving his ankle, and the medicine sent a cool sensation through him. The pain had lessened considerably.

Although he is not yet able to move around completely freely, walking is no longer significantly affected.

"Thank you, Tsukimi-kun. I think I should be alright now." Miyazawa Itsuki tried to take a few steps.

"See you tomorrow, Tsukimi-kun."

"See you tomorrow."

……

Miyazawa Itsuki walked out of the Tsukimi house and returned to his room.