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

Whether it's [Rino] or [Rinno], it doesn't matter.

When Miyazawa was weak, you weren't by his side.

I am the only one beside Miyazawa-kun, Tsukimi Sakuna.

Past tense, and present continuous tense. No one is more noble than anyone else, but I also have the future tense.

The day after tomorrow, and the day after that.

I will also be by Miyazawa-kun's side.

It doesn't matter where you are or who you're thinking of.

I'm the only one who can take care of him. I'll be there for him whenever he needs me.

That's enough.

Tsukimi Sakura's gaze hardened once more.

Her movements resumed.

Gently pull the frame of your glasses.

Just as the glasses were halfway off.

From the entryway behind me, I heard a knock on the door.

Tsukimi Sakura subconsciously let go of his hand and stood up.

The glasses were perched crookedly on Miyazawa Itsuki's nose, a comical sight, yet the girl felt her heart inexplicably race.

"..."

Oh, really.

Tsukimi Sakuna patted her cheeks.

What's wrong with me? Could it be that I've developed those kinds of feelings for Miyazawa-kun?

Why do I suddenly find him handsome even in this state?

Upon closer inspection, Miyazawa's features are very gentle.

A face without aggression, even if not dazzling, can make people feel relaxed.

"..."

But now I suddenly feel that Miyazawa-kun is kind of handsome.

Is it the so-called "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"?

No, it's impossible.

I never had those kinds of thoughts about Miyazawa-kun.

A blush rose to Tsukimi Sakura's face.

knock knock knock.

The door to the entrance was knocked on again.

Tsukimi Sakuna snapped out of her daze and glanced hesitantly at the sleeping Miyazawa Itsuki.

I slowly moved my feet and came to the entrance hall.

The door opened, and there was an NHK salesman.

The man was stunned when he saw that the person who opened the door was a very beautiful high school girl. He then checked the door number.

But he quickly stopped caring and instead enthusiastically promoted the product.

"Hello, excuse me, this is an NHK billing agent. Do you have a television at home? Or any equipment that can receive NHK signals? According to the Broadcasting Law, if you have a receiving device, you need to sign a viewing contract."

Tsukimi Sakuna maintained a polite but indifferent tone:

"I'm sorry, we don't have a TV or receiver at home. We'll contact you if we can get one later, so please don't come again."

I have carefully observed Miyazawa's house and found that there is no relevant equipment, and it is difficult to find even decent electronic products.

The man gave an awkward laugh.

If he were dealing with an ordinary tenant, he might have planned to continue harassing them, as is his professional habit.

But in front of me is such a lovely young girl.

Looking at that stunningly beautiful face, it's hard to say anything that would annoy her.

The man bowed and handed over a business card:

"Well, sorry to bother you. If you purchase a television later, please be sure to contact us."

"Ah."

Tsukimi Sakura closed the door.

Turning around, I leaned against the door and let out a soft sigh.

My heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Because of this little incident.

The heart that had been pounding inexplicably because of Miyazawa-kun's face finally calmed down.

It must be an illusion; that situation is impossible.

It's just a temporary illusion. Once you calm down, you can face Miyazawa-kun squarely.

After hesitating for a moment, Tsukimi Sakura left the entrance hall and returned to her room.

But then he found that Miyazawa Itsuki had already sat up.

The feverish patient was not sleeping deeply. Perhaps he heard the noise outside the door and regained consciousness from his half-awake state.

I immediately adjusted the frame of my glasses on the bridge of my nose and found that they were still there.

Miyazawa Itsuki's expression relaxed.

It startled me.

How did I fall asleep? I even dreamed of old acquaintances.

Because it would seem strange to sleep with glasses on, he had been trying to stay awake.

But Her Highness's voice was gentle and soft, full of a special rhythm.

It's like they're treating him like a kindergarten child.

So he did indeed fall asleep for a short while, much to his disappointment.

Miyazawa Itsuki noticed Tsukimi Sakuna at the edge of the room, staring at him blankly.

It looked like they were looking at some strange creature.

"Tsukimi-kun?"

"Huh, um, I'm here!"

Tsukimi Sakura's shoulders twitched as she quickly realized what was happening.

Seeing Miyazawa Itsuki's surprised expression, her face flushed again.

Ah, I might as well just die.

Even if I've composed myself...

I still find Miyazawa-kun very charming.

Why is that? Do I really have feelings for Miyazawa-kun?

The girl's mind was in complete turmoil.

"Are you okay?"

Miyazawa Itsuki asked worriedly, "Tsukimi-san doesn't look too well."

His expression was too stiff, and so were his movements.

Tsukimi Sakura averted her gaze.

"I...I'm fine. How are you feeling, Miyazawa-kun?"

Miyazawa Itsuki silently assessed his physical condition.

"I'm feeling better than this morning. I guess the medicine that Tsukimi gave me is working, and I also ate a good lunch, so I'm recovering faster."

Although a high fever can affect appetite, Tsukimi Sakura's cooking seems to overcome this limitation.

He ate every last bit and then cleaned the lunchbox.

When the topic of bento boxes came up, Tsukimi Sakura's expression returned to normal.

"Is Miyazawa-kun hungry now? Should I make something to eat?"

Chapter 79 Perceiving Intentions

"But isn't it a bit early to have dinner now?"

Miyazawa glanced at the time; it was nearly four in the afternoon.

"It's alright, I'll just make some porridge. If Miyazawa-kun still has an appetite tonight, he can eat a normal meal."

After saying that, Tsukimi Sakura hurriedly left the room.

That silhouette gave the impression of someone fleeing in disarray.

"..."

Miyazawa Itsuki stared silently at the door for a long time before touching his glasses.

A sigh.

"You'll still work, right?"

……

Tsukimi House

When the appliance for cooking porridge was turned on, Tsukimi Sakura stared blankly into space.

What's wrong with me today?

They did many things that didn't align with their own beliefs.

Whether it's to let Miyazawa-kun leave school early or to take care of him in the home of a man living alone.

None of these are actions that the [Tsukimi Sakura] of the past would have taken.

However, these are all relatively good.

It was simply that the desire to spoil Miyazawa-kun took over.

But why?

When facing Miyazawa-kun, my heart was pounding uncontrollably.

You might find him inexplicably handsome.

No, it's not inexplicable.

Come to think of it, that face wasn't bad to begin with.

Whether it's eyebrows, eyes, bridge of the nose, or lips.

Everything is very neat and the combination is harmonious.

Miyazawa-kun is clearly a hidden handsome guy. It's just that he doesn't seem particularly attractive, probably because of his hairstyle and clothing.

That's it.

Tsukimi Sakuna placed her hand on her left chest, feeling the thumping of her heart.

It's not because I suddenly realized I had feelings for Miyazawa that I thought he was handsome.

"..."

Tsukimi Sakura knelt down and hugged her burning red face.