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

Tsukimi Sakura raised her head and stared at him without moving.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her face showed a vulnerable expression.

"Miyazawa-kun..."

The girl's alluring lips parted slightly, the remaining sound so faint it was swallowed by the hum of the oven.

"Tsukimi-kun, did you say something?"

Her Highness blinked and shook her head slightly.

"It's nothing, just thank you, Miyazawa-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki said "Oh" easily:

"You're welcome. Just do what you think is best, Tsukimi. I'll cover for you if there are any problems."

"After all, I'm still a senior in the store."

The boy's smile was reflected in his amber eyes.

Despite not having an outstanding appearance, she was inexplicably dazzling in Tsukimi Sakura's eyes at this moment.

As if trying to shake off some chaotic thoughts, Tsukimi Sakura hurriedly turned around and went to the dining table.

“...Um, I’ll take the pudding to the guests first.”

That was a pudding that Miyazawa Itsuki made for Tsukimi Sakuna. The plating was strictly in accordance with the standards for sale, so there is no problem taking it out now.

but……

"Please put that down, Tsukimi-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki said.

"This is for Tsukimi-san. As for Ao-san's, I will make it again."

The boy's voice came from behind, his unhurried tone making one's heart ache.

"It's for Tsukimi-kun, so it can only be for Tsukimi-kun."

Chapter 54 The Right Person

"Eh?"

Sakura Tsukimi was stunned.

"Because Miss Qing is my customer, I will make desserts with the same mindset and dedication as serving customers. I will strive to give her the best possible dining experience."

Miyazawa Itsuki explained.

"And Tsukimi-san is someone I know well, she's my... friend, so I made the pudding with the mindset of doing it for my friend."

"Although the finished products may be similar, there are still slight differences in the details. I think Tsukimi-kun can understand that."

Miyazawa Itsuki smiled.

"Just as Tsukimi-san slightly adjusted the flavor of the bento to suit my habits, I also made an effort to let only Tsukimi-san taste and understand it."

"So, I hope you'll accept this pudding, Tsukimi-san. As for Miss Ao, I'll make another one especially for the guests."

"..."

After listening to Miyazawa Itsuki's words.

Tsukimi Sakura's expression was blank.

Even breathing seemed to stop.

And so, I gazed at him.

That expression even made Miyazawa Itsuki think he had said something offensive.

Is it because he claims to be Her Highness's friend and people think he's too arrogant?

I can only apologize to Miyazawa Itsuki for blurting it out without thinking. I felt that only in this way could I have the right to say what came after.

"...Tsukimi-kun... um..."

Her Highness seemed to awaken from a dream, her shoulders trembling.

"Uh, I... I understand!"

She nodded hurriedly and then put down the plate she was holding.

The gesture was so solemn, as if it were facing some rare treasure.

Her Highness's fair face turned inexplicably red, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her work apron.

"Um... I'll go inform the store manager that the customer has placed an order."

Tsukimi Sakura is preparing to take her leave.

Just before Miyazawa Itsuki watched her leave the kitchen.

The girl suddenly stopped, turned around, and her eyes were misty and watery.

"Anyway, thank you... Miyazawa-kun."

She smiled happily.

The voice was gentle and full of emotion, like a whisper in your ear.

The kitchen door closed gently.

Miyazawa Itsuki was so stunned by the saintess's parting smile that his mind went blank for a while before he remembered to get down to business.

……

Akane Aoike fiddled with the porcelain spoon in her coffee cup with her fingers.

Watching the white porcelain ripple in the brown liquid.

Just now, when that overly cute female shop assistant came to deliver the coffee order...

For some reason, Aochi Akane felt that she seemed to be radiant, and her gaze was no longer wary or uneasy.

That effortless manner inexplicably infuriated me.

Aoike Akane couldn't understand why she felt annoyed by a stranger.

She was just a new employee.

He was just a colleague introduced to me by a guy.

How could she possibly understand the bond between herself and her brother?

Aochi Akane's face was expressionless.

I lost control of my grip slightly, and some coffee spilled out.

Unfortunately... I can't openly reveal my face.

otherwise.

Aochi Akane's gaze was unfriendly.

A beautiful appearance isn't something she's the only one who possesses.

Although the styles are different, she is undoubtedly a stunningly beautiful girl in terms of appearance alone.

If she thinks that just because she's cute she can do whatever she wants and mess up her relationship with the guy, then she's sorely mistaken!

My brother and I are kindred spirits, like a discerning mentor and a talented horse, bound by a life-saving grace, and soulmates who appreciate each other without needing any external factors.

To protect this pure and special friendship, Aoike Akane doesn't mind making some sacrifices.

Just now, when I was showing my legs to the guy while trying to hide my shyness, his gaze clearly froze for a moment.

It definitely works, right?

Hehe, after all, he's a young man too.

Can understand.

"..."

Akane Aochi's face felt a little hot.

I have never intentionally exposed my skin on my idol's stage.

But today, for some inexplicable reason, I suddenly felt competitive.

To take bold actions that we never dared to think of before.

If Rino and Yuuka found out, they would be absolutely shocked.

Then, look at yourself with ambiguous eyes.

"Miss Akane has someone she cares about now."

"Sister Qian is so brave!"

I can totally imagine the voices of my two friends.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

Aochi Akane lowered her head, suddenly feeling an urge to run away.

What on earth was I doing just now?

Really.

It's just that the guy's colleagues don't know him well, why get so worked up?

The guy must have thought she was a frivolous girl.

A strange idol who carelessly reveals her skin.

Akane Aochi's face was flushed with embarrassment.

I am a completely disqualified idol.

I should go back to my hometown and guard the shrine, becoming my last shrine maiden.

Then grow old and die alone.

That way you won't lose face.

She clearly carries the expectations of her family and became an idol to promote her hometown shrine and attract worshippers, but this will only make the gods lose face.

Dear God, I am so sorry.

I am a failed last priestess and a failed idol, utterly incapable of meeting your expectations.

The incense offerings may have increased, but the divinely transmitted swordsmanship has not improved. Where exactly is the opportunity you mentioned?

Please, Your Majesty, if possible, give your priestess another hint.

Akane Aochi closed her eyes.

"...Miss Qing?"

She quickly opened her eyes, and in front of her was the face of a young shop assistant.

Although she doesn't have an outstanding appearance, she has a magical power to calm the mind.

"This is your crème brûlée." He smiled politely and placed the dessert on the table. "Please enjoy."

"Thank you, buddy."

Aochi Akane nodded guiltily.

Fortunately, she was wearing sunglasses, so the other person couldn't detect her panic.

I don't even know why I just closed my eyes and stared intently at the coffee.

Miyazawa Itsuki watched as all of Aoike Akane's orders were served before returning to the front desk.

Miss Qing doesn't like being watched while she eats, so she always chooses a corner spot.

This location is only visible to the surveillance cameras and the front desk, so Miyazawa Itsuki usually stays here to respond promptly to Aoike Akane's needs.

Tsukimi Sakura obediently stayed by his side, a slight smile playing on her lips.