The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 4Volume 2 .1 - Ill wear anything for you?

ROUND 4 – I’ll wear anything for you? 1

It was just past eight o’clock at night.

Having finished work earlier than expected, I was taking a brief rest on my bed before my self-practice for the choreography.

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Lying down, I reached for the piggy bank on the shelf behind me. It was a piggy bank shaped like a fluffy, white Western cat.

I stroked its head as if there was no tomorrow.

Inside, the coins clashed against each other and creating a loud noise.

After placing the piggy bank in its original spot, I gazed at the left side of the bed.

It was the very place where Suzufumi had briefly lying down, lured by the sight of me in a swimsuit.

I tapped the spot with the palm of my hand.

“…Hurry up and come explain yourself, Suzufumi.”

The incident began after school yesterday.

The moment I stepped out of the school gates, I was approached by Ruru-san, who had been waiting outside.

The magazine cover shoot was supposed to be postponed, so I wondered if it was something urgent.

“I was thinking it’s been a while since we spent some time together, so I waited for you. I also want to have a thorough discussion about Mamori-san. Yuzuki, is it okay if we go to your room?”

While saying this, Ruru-san’s intentions weren’t just that.

Along the way, we stopped by a supermarket and bought a large amount of groceries.

It seemed she wanted to make a batch of side dishes.

She made dishes like simmered dried tofu and root vegetables, foil-baked okra, meatless cabbage rolls, soy meat sauce, garlic stir-fried broccoli, consommé soup, and so on.

Thanks to that, my fridge was packed to the limit, and the menu for the next week was all set.

“I guess I won’t be eating Suzufumi’s cooking for a while.”

Realizing my slip of the tongue, I shook my head vigorously.

What am I saying?

On the contrary, isn’t this actually convenient?

In the meantime, there’s no need to worry about the quality of my meals dropping.

More importantly, my current concern isn’t about food.

The incident occurred as we finished shopping and were walking through the eighth-floor communal corridor of the apartment building.

As we were about to pass room 809, the door in front of us opened.

At that moment, I was naively considering visiting Suzufumi’s room later if I had time.

However, it wasn’t just Suzufumi who appeared from the room.

His childhood friend Kishibe-san and our second-year class A homeroom teacher, Mikami-sensei, came out together.

For some reason, Kishibe-san’s clothes were disheveled, and Mikami-sensei’s face was flushed.

What exactly had happened inside?

Ruru-san imagined some dubious party, but the truth was still shrouded in darkness.

I believe Suzufumi. He’s not the kind of person to touch a woman lightly.

…That being said.

“…Why are you being so clingy!”

Thump- I hit the bed again.

The more I think about it, the more it irks me.

Suzufumi, why were you so naturally lending your shoulder to Mikami-sensei? Isn’t that way too close!?

I’m also concerned about Kishibe-san’s clothes.

Did Suzufumi undress her?

It is absolutely impossible for Mikami-sensei, known for her integrity, to make a move on a student.

She’s not the type of egotist to act selfishly under the guise of her teacher’s title.

Or is it because both of them have large chests that Suzufumi prefers them?

Are you saying that my swimsuit isn’t enough for you?

Yeah, it’s a grave sin. Compared to Suzufumi’s misdeeds, the slip of the tongue I made is nothing but cute.

──Suzufumi, you idiot.

In the first place, I wonder what Suzufumi really thinks of me.

He takes care of me, his neighbor in the apartment building. He makes sure I don’t suffer from malnutrition by cooking for me and protects me from trouble.

Even if he’s meddlesome by nature, why would he go to such lengths for just a neighbor?

Is it because I’m an idol? Or is it because he’s worried about me living alone?

There are two types of fans.

Those who support Arisu Yuzuki as an idol and those who have romantic feelings for her.

The so-called ‘enjoy(エンジョイ勢)’ type of fans and the ‘serious love(恋勢)’ type of fans.

Suzufumi is different from both. After all, he recognizes me not as his idol Arisu Yuzuki, but as his neighbor Sasaki Yuzuki.

That’s why I still don’t quite understand his true feelings.

Why didn’t he shake off my hand when we linked pinkies in the elevator?

Why did he blush so much when I kissed his cheek?

I want to confirm it. His feelings——The true nature of the emotions he harbors for me.

The more I think about it, the more I can’t shake off the suspicion that has been lingering in my mind.

“Ugh, Suzufumi, you idiot—!”

Right after my outcry, a message pops up on my smartphone.

『Sorry』

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