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

The fingers gripping the magazine unconsciously tightened their hold.

She glanced at Miyazawa Itsuki out of the corner of her eye.

The other person was leaning against the headboard, looking sleepy, but still forcing themselves to read the supplementary textbook.

Despite the effort, whether they actually absorbed the information is another matter.

Her Highness gazed at it for a moment, then looked away.

Silently, he placed the magazine where it belonged.

I guess I'm overthinking it.

Maybe someone gave it to Miyazawa-kun.

After tidying up the remaining clutter, Tsukimi Sakura finished, and time passed little by little.

When Miyazawa Itsuki's muddled consciousness regained its awareness of the outside world, the room was already spotless.

All items were neatly arranged, with their respective locations assigned according to size, frequency of use, function, and other factors.

Miyazawa Itsuki was dumbfounded.

Her Highness is truly a genius when it comes to domestic affairs.

His room was known for being messy.

Although the tidiness is not ideal, it is convenient for me to get around, and I can remember where the corresponding items are.

But after Tsukimi Sakuna tidied up, the room's layout became visibly much more harmonious, making one feel more relaxed and happy.

The places where he usually takes things are also well-maintained, but in a more orderly manner.

This is something that cannot be achieved simply by tidying up.

Miyazawa Itsuki was filled with awe.

Although he already held Her Highness in the highest esteem, it did not prevent him from showing her even more respect.

With each day I spend with her, I understand more and more how precious this girl is.

Over the course of his two lifetimes, Miyazawa Itsuki has lived such long periods of solitary life that his self-care abilities are far inferior to those of Tsukimi Sakuna.

She can cook, handle housework on her own, is gentle and polite in her interactions with others, and is impeccable in her studies.

Whether as a daughter, a student, or the unattainable beauty in the eyes of her classmates, she lives up to everyone's expectations.

"Miyazawa-kun".

Tsukimi Sakura gave him a gentle smile.

"Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"

“There is a little.” Miyazawa Itsuki nodded. “I’ll go pour it out…”

He tried to get up, but was gently stopped by Her Highness.

"If you need anything, just tell me. You are a patient now, and what a patient needs most is to rest well."

"...It's not that he can't even perform basic actions..."

Tsukimi Sakuna gazed at him with calm eyes.

"...Then I'll have to trouble you, Tsukimi-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki decisively admitted defeat.

Tsukimi Sakura smiled gently.

After handing the teacup to Miyazawa Itsuki, she watched him finish drinking it before taking the teacup back and returning it to its original place.

I went to the bedside, peeled off the fever-reducing patch on the boy's forehead, and placed my palm on it.

Miyazawa Itsuki felt a cool, delicate touch linger on his forehead.

In the time it takes to breathe, the hand is withdrawn.

Tsukimi Sakura frowned.

"It's still a bit hot, Miyazawa-kun, would you like to rest for a while?"

"I tried this morning, but it's not easy to fall asleep in this state."

"Ah."

Tsukimi Sakura nodded and stood up.

"I'll be leaving for a bit," she said, and left the Miyazawa residence.

Miyazawa looked towards the entrance hall.

In a very short time, the slightly ajar door was opened again.

When Tsukimi Sakura returned, she had several lecture notes in her hand. It seemed she had decided to stay for a long time.

"I'll stay with Miyazawa-kun all afternoon. If you can't sleep, you can talk to me. Maybe it will help."

She moved a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, with an open book on her lap.

Even while taking care of others, she never slacked off in her studies, which is probably why she was able to maintain her position as the top student in her grade for so long.

Miyazawa Itsuki thought to himself.

So, what kind of topic should we look for?

Because they had a verbal agreement not to interfere with each other's lives at school.

Therefore, it's not a good idea to inquire about what the other person is doing at school, as Tsukimi Sakuna probably has no interest in what she's doing at school.

Their interactions consisted only of eating together, working together, and helping each other out when they encountered difficulties.

Oh, right...

food.

When there's nothing particularly interesting to talk about, discussing favorite foods is a normal but safe choice.

Especially for people who are good at cooking, discussing these things is more likely to appeal to their tastes.

"Tsukimi-kun, do you have a favorite dish?"

Tsukimi Sakura was slightly taken aback.

Miyazawa Itsuki stared into the Saintess's amber eyes.

Bathed in light, his eyes shone like jewels. All his emotions were laid bare.

But at this moment, all I could see was a faint sense of confusion.

After a while.

After thinking it over, Tsukimi Sakura gave an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, I don't know the answer to that question either."

The answer was slightly unexpected by Miyazawa Itsuki.

"Isn't it strange? You're the one who cooks, but you don't know what kind of food you like?"

Tsukimi Sakura whispered.

"All food feels pretty much the same to me. I only eat it to fill my stomach."

The taste is the same; we only refine it repeatedly so that we can see a smile on the face of those who taste it.

Her Highness's gaze met that of Miyazawa Itsuki.

"Actually, before I met Miyazawa-kun, I hadn't experienced the joy of cooking for a long time."

Chapter 77 The Moon's Monologue (From Tsukimi Sakuna's Perspective)

Miyazawa-kun probably doesn't know.

When eating food that I've cooked myself, I always feel that it tastes bland and tasteless.

The seasoning and cooking time are too familiar and have lost their novelty.

You can tell what it tastes like without even tasting it.

I only eat so I won't go hungry, and I learn to cook so my mother can have homemade meals.

I don't particularly love this thing, or rather, I don't like most things.

Whether it's maintaining good grades or learning interpersonal skills.

They only do these things because they don't want to disappoint others.

Of course, being recognized makes me happy, which is why I work so hard.

But as Mom got busier with work, she gradually stopped eating at home and couldn't hear praise in person, which made her feel lost.

Is this flavor okay? Is the seasoning wrong?

Without being able to see the expression on my mother's face as she tasted the food, I naturally had no way of judging.

Although they would all leave notes saying "It was delicious," words ultimately lack a certain power.

Every night, when I'm alone with my food, I always feel lonely.

Gradually, I lost confidence in cooking. My sense of taste also began to go numb.

Until, after moving because of that incident, I met Miyazawa-kun.

My first impression of him was that he was a calm and composed young man with not particularly striking features, but who inexplicably gave me a sense of comfort.

It makes people think he's not a bad person.

that's the truth.

Miyazawa provided a lot of help, and it was clear that he didn't ask for anything in return.

So, in exchange, he offered to take care of his meals.

But this is actually a very cunning agreement.

She accepted Miyazawa's protection and took advantage of his needs to satisfy her desire to hear praise.

This contract is inherently unequal.

I think Tsukimi Sakuna must be a very bad girl.

She's not some kind of "saintess" at all; she's not worthy of that title.

The saintess is selfless, while Tsukimi Sakuna is the exact opposite.

It was out of selfishness that I thought of using food to bind him; seeing his surprised expression would make me incredibly happy.

Miyazawa always eats with great relish.

After each meal, they never hesitate to praise their efforts and commend themselves for their hard work.

Seeing him like that, an inexplicable emotion welled up inside me. I felt an urge to cook him even more delicious food.

...I want him to be inseparable from me.

When I first realized this feeling, I was naturally startled.

However, this does not mean that I would do anything illegal.

I just wanted him to become more and more dependent on me.

That way, I can hear Miyazawa-kun's praise every day and see his smile, which will cheer me up.

I feel very relaxed and don't have to be so reserved when I'm with Miyazawa-kun.

When he unconsciously relaxed, his eyes softened even more.

Eating with him and chatting about trivial things makes even the food taste better.

Miyazawa-kun listens patiently, even to topics like rising egg prices, which is something most boys aren't interested in.

Yes, that's why Miyazawa-kun is special.

For example, upon hearing what was just said, Miyazawa-kun's expression froze slightly.

He thought for a moment, then said gently: