The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 1Volume .7 - Ill Make You My Fan!

ROUND 1 – I’ll Make You My Fan! 7

“…But neglecting meals is not good.”

My muttered remark was gently picked up by Sasaki-san.

“Why do you think that?”

There was no anger in her voice. She seemed simply perplexed.

“…It’s the usual story. When I was in elementary school, my father was hospitalized for malnutrition. He worked for what you’d call a ‘black company’. He worked late every day and apparently hardly ate proper meals.”

According to what I heard later, his weight was fifteen kilograms less than the average at that time.

“One morning, he suddenly collapsed in the entranceway and was rushed to the hospital. At that time, I was so worried that my father might die that I felt like I wasn’t even alive myself.”

Now, it seems like he’s eating properly, partly because he’s developing new menus, and since mom is with him, I’m not too worried.

If anything, Dad’s been looking a bit chubby lately.

“It’s not like I’m saying you should get much fatter. I just want Sasaki-san to eat three proper meals a day before you start your idol activities.”

“I understand what Mamori-kun is saying. But this is a matter of priorities. For me, the most important thing is to remain the ideal idol. To say that meals are the least of my priorities is not an exaggeration. Rather than spending time on food, I want to practice singing and dancing.”

“Then let me take care of your meals. I’ll prepare them properly for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I’ll even include snacks. Anyway, you can’t keep pretending you’re not hungry.”

I’m not trying to curry favor or get money, let alone get close to an idol.

It’s simply a matter of there being nothing more important than health.

—But she quietly shook her head.

“This isn’t something I can’t endure. Starting tomorrow, I’ll take supplements to keep an eye on my nutritional balance.”

I can’t just leave a problem child who might collapse again at any moment alone.

If she were to lose consciousness at a train platform or at a busy intersection, her life could be in real danger.

“No, but still…”

Perhaps frustrated by my persistence, Sasaki-san’s gaze turned stern.

“Enough, it’s none of your business. Just leave me alone!”

Tsun-, Sasaki-san turned away her face with a ‘hmmph’ and pushed the empty bowl aside with her hand.

…what, seriously? You’re saying that after eating two bowls?

I sat directly in front of Sasaki-san, gazing intently at her beautiful face.

I’m not a fan of Arisu Yuzuki.

As a neighbor, I’m purely concerned for Sasaki Yuzuki’s well-being.

Especially if it’s someone you like, it’s only natural to wish for their health.

“If that’s the case, I’ll force my way in. If you don’t let me in, I won’t hesitate to leave deliveries at your door. Are you okay with that? I’ll leave them at your door, morning, noon, and night. Three meals a day, seven days a week, without fail! If there’s no space left, I’ll cram it into your mailbox! If the mailbox is full, I’ll send it by courier!”

You shouldn’t underestimate me, who proudly took first place in the ‘Likely to Become a Nagging-in-law in the Future’ ranking in the junior high school graduation album, surpassing all the girls in my class.

“That look in your eyes…It doesn’t seem like a joke”

“Yeah, I’m serious.”

Inside my heart, my fighting spirit is blazing fiercely.

No matter what Sasaki-san might say, I don’t intend to back down one bit.

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“…I see. Hmm, I got it. You’re serious, Mamori-kun.”

Sasaki-san nods deeply as if she’s made a decision and closes the distance between us.

Then, she slowly extends her right hand towards me.

It seems my passion has reached her.

She wants to exchange a handshake, a sign of friendship.

The moment I stretched out my right arm—

“Then——”

My right hand’s freedom was lost, enveloped by both of Sasaki-san’s hands.

It was as if it were a scene from a handshake event.

“I’ll make Suzufumi my fan!”

An idol with an invincible smile was right in front of me.

“…Yes?”

When I held her in the corridor, her hand was as white and cold as porcelain, but now it was a mass of heat.

Boiling emotions seemed to surge, flowing from the palm of her hand into my heart.

“I’m saying I’ll make you my fan, Suzufumi.”

“…No-no, I don’t get what you mean.”

Why has she changed how she’s calling me?

Besides, if I had to choose between liking and disliking her, I would say I already like her.

“By the way, Suzufumi, do you know the origin of the word ‘fan (ファン)’?”

Sasaki-san lifted the corners of her lips as if to ask me to try and guess.

“Eh, isn’t from ‘fun (Ｆｕｎ)’ which means ‘fun (楽しい)’?”

“Buzz- The correct answer is from ‘Fanatic (Ｆａｎａｔｉｃ)’, which means ‘an enthusiastic person’ or ‘devotee.’ “

Despite being incorrect, Sasaki-san seemed rather amused.

She wagged her finger and go, tsk- tsk- tsk-

“You can support your idols in any way you like, it’s fine to listen to their music, go to live concerts and handshake events or buy photo books. But you see, a fan never crosses the line. They properly maintain the boundary between the ‘idol as an image’ and the ‘real person’, and enjoying themselves within the rules—that’s the proper figure of a fan.”

Unable to foresee where the conversation was heading, I tilted my head in confusion.

“It’s absolutely outrageous for fans to fuss over their favorite’s health and serve them homemade meals. To put it more bluntly, it’s just meddling. Currently, Suzufumi is a ‘neighbor,’ not a ‘fan.’ It’s because we’re equals that you try to take care of this and that. If that’s the case, you’ll obediently listen to my requests if I make you a ‘fanatic’ , right?”

I see, if you’re a blindly devoted fan, you’d obediently follow along and not try to intrude on the idol’s private life.

Knowing your place and maintaining a proper distance is what exemplifies a model fan.

If someone selfishly oversteps, they’re not a fan but just a stalker.

At least, the logic is sound.

But there was one miscalculation on Sasaki-san’s part.

That is… the fact that I had already fallen in love not with the idol, Arisu Yuzuki, but with my neighbor, Sasaki Yuzuki.

“…In that case, I’ll make meals for you every day, Yuzuki.”

I gently released the hand I was holding and stood up, calling the idol in front of me by her first name as if interacting with someone close to me in private.

——If you’re going to make me fall as a fan, then I’ll corrupt you with my cooking.

I can’t stand the idea of sacrificing your life just to play the perfect idol.

“I’ll make Yuzuki fall for my cooking so much that she won’t be able to live without my meals!”

Crossing my arms like a stubborn ramen shop owner, I smirked with a hint of nihilism.

“…I see. Are you saying you want to go head-to-head with me in earnest?”

Accepting my declaration of war, flames of fighting spirit began to flicker and rise behind Sasaki-san.

“There’s no way I can let a girl in the middle of her growth spurt go through excessive dietary restrictions. I’ll break Yuzuki’s pride to pieces with my cooking, and eventually, she’ll be begging for a pork bowl on her own!”

Sasaki-san is… Yuzuki stood up, responding to my sardonic smile with the same expression.

“It’s pointless. It’s true that today’s pork bowl was very satisfying, but that means my appetite has been completely fulfilled. I won’t give in again!”

“So you’re saying there’s no problem if I bring you food again?”

“What?”

I don’t miss the moment of her vulnerability, so I quickly go on the offensive.

“You said you won’t give in, right? Oh, is Yuzuki’s noble conviction as an idol so easily broken just by the temptation of food?”

“O-of course not!”

“You seem a little weak. You don’t have to push yourself, you know?”

“I’m not pushing myself! You’re always welcome!”

Good, I got her word.

“Hmph, are you really okay, Suzufumi? I wonder how long you can keep your composure when a popular idol approaches you?”

Yuzuki pointed at me and then snorted with a smirk.

“Bring it on. I’ll easily deal with those idol moves.”

We stare at each other, eyes locked in a fierce gaze.

“I will make Suzufumi fall for me as a fan with my charm.”

“I will make Yuzuki fall for my cooking.”

Without a doubt, this is a serious battle.

There will be only one winner, and the loser must bend their beliefs and offer their heart to the other.

The gong for the start of the match rings out.

Thus, the battle wagering stomach and heart between the idol and the high school boy begins.