The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 2Volume 1 .4 - Suzufumi, Lets Quickly Forget About it

ROUND 2 – Suzufumi, Let’s Quickly Forget About it 4

“…But you know, it’s kind of uncomfortable to be stared at so intently from the side…”

“The invincible idol shouldn’t be bothered by a man’s gaze. Or is it that you can’t be an idol in front of me?”

“That’s not truel! Just watch.”

She switched from a fork to a spoon with a determined look on her face.

“Alright, what we have prepared here today is a Milanese-style Doria. Without further ado, let’s dig in right away.”

A mock food critic has begun.

Pretending my gaze is a camera, she exaggeratedly lifts her spoon.

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Even while propping up the food, she maintains a cute smile, and up to this point, everything is going smoothly.

However, Yuzuki’s expression instantly collapses as soon as the flavor of the sauce and the saffron rice spreads in her mouth.

Her eyes and mouth were melting away, just like the moment someone surrenders to a secret hot spring.

“I just can’t~. The rice just completely takes all my attention~♥”

To be honest, I don’t know much about the idol Arisu Yuzuki.

Of course, I’ve seen her a few times on TV and the internet, but I’ve never been particularly hooked and lived my life up to this day without any connection to idols.

But now, I can assert that I am utterly captivated by Sasaki Yuzuki.

“Thank you for the meal!”

Because every time I see an empty dish, my heart is filled with happiness.

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“Ahhh… I did it again…”

Yuzuki grinds her head against the table.

This scene has happened two days in a row now.

“I won’t even open the door for you tomorrow!”

“That’s strange. Who was it again that said ‘You’re always welcome’?”

Yuzuki choked on her words when I said it with a deliberately nasty tone.

“Arisu Yuzuki has to be perfect at all times…”

I asked her as Yuzuki hung her head in dejection.

“Is it really that important to keep being perfect? Yuzuki, I seriously don’t mean to deny your efforts, but taking breaks is important too. This isn’t the stage, and there are no cameras rolling.”

“That’s exactly why. Being perfect on stage is a given, but a true idol is an idol from the moment they wake up in the morning. Every moment you let your guard down, the gap with your rivals widens.”

“That’s——”

‘——absurd’, I couldn’t say that.

In fact, Yuzuki was fully committed to her role as an idol, even when greeting me as I moved in.

Even at home, she was thoroughly an ‘idol’.

“Everyone is working hard every day, aiming for the top in their jobs or dedicating themselves to club activities and studies. But no matter how much it’s for their own sake, people can’t always just look forward. When that happens, idols are the ones who can support everyone. You see, idols are like everyone’s cheerleading squad.”

“Cheerleading squad…”

If there is ‘something’ to which one can purely direct their feelings of ‘liking’——’something’ that lets them forget about work, studies, relationships, and even time, they would surely find great comfort in it.

“…But I’m worried about you, Yuzuki. Don’t you think there’s a limit to everything?”

“It’s not that I’m pushing myself too hard. I just want to continue being perfect in order to fulfill my role… That’s why I can’t afford to keep losing to Suzufumi.”

Before I knew it, Yuzuki had enveloped my right hand in hers.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the room completely changed.

“──Thank you for today, for doing this for me.”

Her voice was as light as a cotton cloud.

Her smile shone brilliantly like the sun peeking through the gaps in the clouds.

A certain warmth was transmitted through her hands.

Before me, ‘Arisu Yuzuki’ had appeared.

At the sudden physical contact, my heart began to beat rapidly.

“Fufu, you’re getting shy. Cute.”

I’ve said it many times, but I’m not a fan of Arisu Yuzuki.

——But this kind of surprise attack is terrible.

I can feel the sweat slowly forming on the inside of my hands due to the tension.

In a panic, I try to shake her off, but my hands are firmly held by Yuzuki’s.

“I’ll let you go if Suzufumi becomes my fan.”

Her ten delicate white fingers envelop my right hand.

Handshake events are a staple in the idol industry, but the act of shaking hands with a girl in itself is a deviation from everyday life for an ordinary person like me.

“…Suzufumi, let’s quickly forget about it. Being the meal attendant for the girl next door is just a troublesome role.”

Yuzuki puts strength into her hand.

The sweet temptation whispered from her lovely lips slowly erodes my heart.

I want to grasp this hand back right now——

…But I felt like I could never call my relationship with Yuzuki ‘neighbors’ again if I did that.

“…Then, I’ll be Yuzuki’s cheerleader!”

I grab a glass from the table with my left hand and press it against the back of Yuzuki’s hand.

“Cold!”

For a moment, the grip weakens.

I gently released my right hand during that moment and promptly made Yuzuki grasp the glass with the now-free hand.

By the way, the content is homemade lemonade.

Yuzuki pouts with pursed lips, and I, feigning calm, inform her.

“I even have a carrot tart for dessert.”

“…Suzufumi is so stubborn.”

Yuzuki, still with a look of dissatisfaction, sipped the lemonade with a ‘slurp’ through the straw.