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

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This unexpected encounter made Miyazawa Itsuki a little uneasy; he hoped the two of them wouldn't bump into each other.

After all, Naomi was still holding Tsukimi Sakura's lunchbox in her arms.

"Miyazawa-kun, here's your precious girlfriend bento."

Naomi Asahina smiled and handed him the lunchbox.

The wording is still so suggestive that it easily leads to wild speculation.

"Thank you, Asahi-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki accepted the bento box, clasped his hands together, and solemnly expressed his gratitude.

"Hmph, it's nothing at all." Asahina smiled sweetly.

She watched as Miyazawa Itsuki opened the bento box, revealing the dishes inside.

Today's main dish is teriyaki salmon, skinless and deboned, seasoned with a little teriyaki sauce.

The side dish is a savory omelet, made by mixing egg with rich pork bone broth and rolling it up layer by layer over low heat, resulting in a tender and moist texture.

The vegetables were steamed pumpkin, cooked with only a little salt and sugar to preserve the pumpkin's natural flavor as much as possible.

The rice was also sprinkled with some white sesame seeds to enhance the aroma.

Without a doubt, this is a very thoughtfully prepared bento box.

There was no elaborate decoration, but just by looking at the dishes, you could tell the host had put in a lot of effort. In the small cubicle, the dishes were evenly sliced, arranged in an orderly manner, and filled to the brim.

"Wow!"

Naomi Asahina exclaimed in amazement.

"Miyazawa's girlfriend is amazing! How did she make such a perfect bento? It looks like it was drawn."

Miyazawa Itsuki nodded in agreement.

"Yes, the person who made this bento box... is quite skilled at cooking."

Of all the people he had ever met, Tsukimi Sakura's cooking skills were the most "suitable".

Food is food; as a means of sustenance and survival, nutrition and taste are the top priorities.

Tsukimi Sakura has honed these two aspects to an unimaginable level.

Although unlike the head chefs of state banquets I've seen in my previous life, who possessed superb skills that allowed them to transform food into works of art.

But Her Highness can make the food taste as good as possible, and she will never deviate from the original intention of making the dish taste exactly as it should.

Simply put, it's delicious.

The flavors were well-balanced, and the presentation was thoughtful. That's all.

"I just can't cook anything decent."

Naomi Asahina waved her hand and sighed.

"Whenever it's home economics class, no one wants to be in a group with me. They say I'm a super culinary idiot who can even burn cookies."

She looked at the bento box in Miyazawa Itsuki's hand with a hint of envy.

"Miyazawa-kun, do you think boys all like girls who are good at cooking?"

Miyazawa Itsuki thought for a moment.

"Hmm... If it's about being a charm point, being able to cook is usually better than not being able to, right?"

Seeing Naomi's face quickly turn dejected, he slowly added:

"But I don't think Asahi needs to force these things. Everyone has different strengths. Asahi also has many things that others don't or can't do."

"If he is Asahi's future soulmate, I think he won't dislike you just because you're not good at cooking. Instead, he'll like you for everything, including that."

Asahina's eyes gradually brightened.

"...Miyazawa-san, I understand, thank you!"

Her gloom vanished, and she came back to life.

When a beautiful girl is in a positive mood, it's as if the air around her becomes much lighter.

Looking at Miyazawa Itsuki on the hospital bed, Naomi gave a somewhat ambiguous smile.

"Talking to Miyazawa was definitely the right decision. After all, I just discovered that Miyazawa is especially good at comforting people."

"Ahem... It's really just parroting what others have said. Asahi-kun, just listen to it casually."

Miyazawa Itsuki slightly shifted his gaze away.

If you soften your attitude even slightly, it's easy to confuse it with your work attitude.

Too much talk leads to mistakes, so it's best to speak less.

Miyazawa focused his attention on the bento box and used porcelain chopsticks to pick up a broth omelet.

When you put it in your mouth, you taste the rich flavor of bone broth. It seems that this dish was specially made in consideration of Miyazawa Itsuki's foot injury.

"It must taste delicious, right?"

Naomi Asahina suddenly asked.

Miyazawa looked at the bento box, then at her.

"Would you like some, Asahi-kun?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Asahina Omi shook her head shyly.

"Just seeing the relaxed expression on Miyazawa's face for a moment, I thought, 'As expected, good cooking makes a difference, even someone as good as Miyazawa... cough cough, so I need to work on improving my skills.'"

"Miyazawa-san said it before, that as an attractive quality, being able to cook is always better than not being able to."

"Hmm." Miyazawa Itsuki pondered for a moment, then offered a final polite reply.

"If Asahi is interested, it wouldn't hurt to try it. Maybe it can help Asahi find a direction to work towards."

"Thank you for your kindness, Miyazawa-san," Asahina said gracefully as she stood up.

"However, it's better for the boyfriend to eat all of his girlfriend's lunch. As a girl, I understand that feeling."

"And, I'll tell you a secret, Miyazawa-kun."

The girl gave a mysterious smile.

"What I hate most is a guy who cheats on his girlfriend with someone else's true love."

Those despicable philanderers, trying to steal my man, I will never forgive them.

……

After saying goodbye to Naomi Asahina, Itsuki Miyazawa ate his lunch alone in the infirmary and spent his lunch break there.

It was afternoon, and before class began, he returned to the classroom.

"Miyazawa, you're back."

"Mr. Miyazawa, is everything alright?"

"Yes, I feel much better."

After greeting his two friends, Miyazawa Itsuki turned his gaze to his seat.

The seat above was already occupied by a girl; not only his seat, but also the seats in front of him were occupied by different people.

Chapter 50 The Perfect Ending

As always, Naomi Asahina was surrounded by people asking her about yesterday's birthday party.

Some students who didn't go to the after-party were very interested in the rumored boyfriend of Naomi Asahina.

Miyazawa Itsuki thought for a moment and decided to wait until after class when the crowd dispersed before going back, so he started chatting with his two friends first.

"Miyazawa, you played incredibly well today! I never knew you were such a good basketball player."

"I learned a little bit in junior high school. Actually, it's not much different from throwing and catching a ball."

"No, no, no, the difference is huge." Tanaka Takato shook his head vigorously. "That back-to-the-basket dribble and jump shot are just like something out of a sports manga. Sato-kun's eyes changed after watching it. He's definitely trying to recruit Miyazawa into the basketball club now."

"I regret to inform you that I do not intend to devote too much energy to this aspect."

“Yes, those clubs have to spend a lot of time training every day.” Nakamura Yuta agreed wholeheartedly. “It’s better to go home and at least have time to play video games.”

"Ah, speaking of games, Mr. Miyazawa, have you heard about the new online game? Yuta and I are planning to play it together this weekend, do you want to come?"

"Sorry, I have something to do this weekend."

"Oh, that's alright, let's make plans together again next time."

The bell rang to signal the start of class, and Miyazawa Itsuki said goodbye to the two and returned to his seat.

The afternoon classes concluded smoothly.

Before school ended, Kobayashi Megumi briefly presided over the class meeting, explained the tasks for tomorrow, and asked Asahina Oomi to collect the class logs.

The students got up in twos and threes; some went to club activities, while others chose to go home.

After packing his schoolbag and saying goodbye to his two friends, Miyazawa Itsuki set off alone on his way back to his apartment.

In the agreed-upon details, he and Tsukimi Sakura were to act separately, returning to their apartment first to change out of their uniforms before going to work at the cafe together.

On the train, Miyazawa Itsuki's phone vibrated.

He opened it, and on the screen, the LINE message interface displayed the words "[Akanishi]".

[Akanishi: Is itaru-kun free right now? (A cat peeks out)]

What a coincidence! It happened when I got out of school. If it were any other time, I probably wouldn't have been able to do it.

But now, Miyazawa Itsuki can respond to the priestess's chat.

[Tree: It's alright now, Miss Yuhua]

[Akanishi: Hehe, Itsuki-kun, I'm pretty free right now too!]

Miyazawa Itsuki looked at the message.

Miss Pastor, do you have time at this time?

Although he had spent more than two months with the pastor, he had not tried to find out anything about her.

He didn't know how old the pastor was or what she did for a living.

But seeing how late the other person always comes online, their sleep schedule is probably just as difficult as his.