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

Then she put the empty cup back in its original place and asked:

"Is there anything else you need, Miyazawa-kun?"

Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head:

"That's all, thank you, Tsukimi-kun."

"Ah."

Tsukimi Sakura smiled.

"You need to rest well. Resting well will help you recover from your injury faster."

"I will, and so will Tsukimi-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki returned to the bed, counting his breaths, trying to fall asleep.

Where he couldn't see, Tsukimi Sakuna gazed at his retreating figure.

Then, slowly close your eyes.

……

In the morning, Miyazawa Itsuki habitually opened his eyes at seven o'clock.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the chirping of insects nearby.

He sat up, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the side.

The spot that belonged to Tsukimi Sakura was now empty.

The quilts were neatly folded, and the sheets showed no signs of having been slept on.

It was as if yesterday's events were just a dream, and that there was no angelic girl resting in the room.

Miyazawa Itsuki got dressed and left the bedside.

The curtains were opened, letting in the morning light, and the room instantly became bright.

I was lost in thought for a while when I heard a sound coming from the door behind me.

Tsukimi Sakura entered with breakfast, noticed he was already up, and gave him a gentle smile.

Good morning, Miyazawa-kun.

"Good morning."

Tsukimi Sakura brought the prepared breakfast to the table.

"Has Miyazawa-kun washed up?"

"not yet."

"Okay, let's have breakfast after Miyazawa-kun finishes washing up."

Miyazawa Itsuki agreed, but only realized it when he got to the washroom.

Such a dialogue, such a way of getting along.

Why do I have this illusion that he and Tsukimi Sakura have been married for many years?

Chapter 90 Going to School with the Saintess

While Miyazawa Itsuki was lost in thought.

Then I saw a wisp of light chestnut-colored long hair in the dressing mirror.

Tsukimi Sakura also came to the dressing room and waited obediently beside him.

"Tsukimi-kun?"

He looked at that flawless face with confusion.

"Because Miyazawa-kun's right hand is not convenient, I will help Miyazawa-kun wash up."

Her Highness explained matter-of-factly.

Miyazawa looked at his right hand.

It only took one night, so of course it didn't heal completely.

Because the injury is to the palm of the hand, bending any finger will aggravate the wound.

Brushing your teeth and rinsing your mouth with one hand is not difficult if you are willing to go through a little extra work.

However, washing your face and wringing out a towel with one hand is always a bit inconvenient.

"I understand... I'll need your help, Tsukimi-kun. I'll repay you once I've recovered."

Tsukimi Sakura gave a warm smile.

"It's no trouble at all. I'm just glad I can help Miyazawa-kun."

"Because Miyazawa-kun got hurt because of me, this is what I should do. If Miyazawa-kun can accept it calmly, that would be the best reward for me."

"..."

That's truly remarkable, Your Highness.

Looking at that excessively beautiful face, he suddenly thought of something.

It is precisely because the contract is with a good girl like Tsukimi Sakura.

That's why I care so much, and I don't care at all even if I get hurt.

He knew he was no saint, and that the fact that he could fulfill the contract to such an extent was naturally due to his habit of following the rules.

But more so, it's because the contractual partner is becoming increasingly important to them.

Neighbors, an agreed-upon entity where each party gets what they need.

Such words are no longer sufficient to describe their relationship; it is somewhat rigid, utilitarian, and distant.

"Friends" is a more appropriate word to define their relationship.

At least on his side, he already considers Tsukimi Sakura an important friend.

I wonder what Her Highness the Saintess is thinking. It would be wonderful if we could synchronize.

Setting aside his thoughts for the moment, Miyazawa Itsuki began to focus on the task at hand.

He held the toothbrush in his left hand until his mouth was full of foam and he needed to rinse.

Tsukimi Sakura promptly handed over a water glass.

The two moved in a subtle, unspoken harmony.

Even when washing his face, the girl would wash the towel with warm water, wring it out, and then he would take it and use it.

After he finished wiping and handed the towel back, Tsukimi Sakura leaned forward and gently scraped a few places that had been hastily cleaned with the towel.

"That makes me feel much more energetic."

Tsukimi Sakuna smiled with satisfaction.

Miyazawa Itsuki was stunned for a moment.

The girl's smile was beautiful and dazzling, like the radiance of a full moon.

……

After washing up, the two returned to the dining table.

Today's breakfast is white rice, salt-grilled mackerel, boiled eggs, and tofu miso soup.

And a glass of fresh orange juice.

It seems that because the doctor's advice mentioned supplementing with protein and vitamins, Tsukimi Sakuna followed it very seriously.

Miyazawa Itsuki realized that there were no cutlery placed in front of him.

The only pair of chopsticks is with Her Highness the Saint.

Tsukimi Sakura picked up her chopsticks and tore off a piece of fish.

I gently held it to his lips with my hand.

“Miyazawa-kun, come on, please open your mouth.”

Judging from the other person's meaning, they want to do even the task of using the tableware for him.

Miyazawa Itsuki stared at the fish meat that was so close to him.

He hesitated for only a second before giving up on declining.

Having already experienced so many "special services," being fed and such is no longer difficult to accept.

Miyazawa Itsuki readily accepted the Saintess's offer of food.

He ate the mackerel that was handed to him and chewed slowly.

The fresh sweetness of the fish and the subtle salty aroma of the grilled fish combine to create an amazing and unforgettable flavor.

Her Highness also uniquely added a touch of sweet vinegar, making the flavor even more complex.

The miso soup was also delicious; it was completely different from the soup paste sold in bulk stores.

Miyazawa Itsuki's eyes were bright.

To be able to make such delicious food with such simple ingredients, she truly deserves to be called Her Highness the Holy Maiden.

"How is it? Is it to your liking, Miyazawa-kun?"

Tsukimi Sakura carefully observed his reaction.

"It's so delicious! The fish is grilled to perfection, and the miso soup is very fragrant. Tsukimi-kun's cooking is really amazing."

Miyazawa Itsuki honestly expressed his true thoughts about food.

This made Her Highness very happy.

"Then, have a little more."

Her service became even more enthusiastic, and she picked up another piece of fish.

Thanks to Tsukimi Sakuna's meticulous service, breakfast was quickly finished.

"Please wait for me a moment."

Overjoyed, the saintess cleaned up the remaining dishes and returned to the Tsukimi residence.

During this time, Miyazawa Itsuki also began to take action.

Pack your things for school.

I first used an electronic thermometer to measure my body temperature, and it had already dropped significantly.

He has successfully recovered from the high fever; it's just a matter of time before he recovers.

He did not plan to take two consecutive days off, despite the new injury on his hand.

Although Sakura's studies were demanding, they weren't a problem for Miyazawa Itsuki.

He simply needs to go back and face Naomi Asahina.

I thanked her for her visit and gifts, and explained what had happened yesterday.

Why did the Holy Maiden of the Academy come out of his room, and what is their relationship?

These all need an answer.

After changing into Sakura Ridge's uniform.

Put the textbooks you need into your schoolbag and close it.

A beautiful girl in a school uniform descended upon the room once again.

When Tsukimi Sakuna saw him packing his schoolbag, her eyes flickered:

"Is Miyazawa-kun going back to school today?"

"Yes, it's not good to keep taking leave. Besides, I'm much better now."

"I see."

Tsukimi Sakura's tone was slightly regretful.