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"Oh...not at all. It's more accurate to say that I received a lot of help from Asuka...Miss Asahi has nurtured Asuka very well..."

"Manager, don't just answer her like that!"

Miyazawa Itsuki had a splitting headache.

What is this about nurturing? Is he Naomi's child?

"Huh? Isn't that right?"

"Naomi and I are classmates, and she is also my class representative. Please understand that."

Miyazawa Itsuki's answer was resolute.

"Eh--!"

Naomi Asahina made a sulky face.

It almost caused a misunderstanding among the people around Shujun.

Treat them as an intimate relationship that cannot be interfered with.

Such as couples, compatible partners, young married couples.

If everyone thinks this way, then gradually, Tree-kun will also consider that fact, right?

Mr. Mori wiped away non-existent cold sweat.

"Oh...so that's how it is."

He's just a classmate, and the class monitor...

No, the distance between them is just too strange. Who would see this kind of relationship as that of ordinary classmates?

Even if they're not boyfriend and girlfriend, they must have a very good relationship, so good that they could easily become girlfriends.

Just like Sakura.

If Tsukimi Sakuna is the reserved type, then Asahina Oomi is the aggressive type.

"..."

Oops.

Mr. Mori suddenly remembered a fact.

Tsukimi Sakura was still just outside the kitchen, separated by a door.

When will she come out, and what kind of reaction will she have?

Mr. Morizumi couldn't imagine it, nor did he dare to think about it.

Ashu seems to have a close relationship with this girl.

If Sakura comes out, she will see the two of them flirting.

What will happen then?

Should we congratulate them? Don't be ridiculous.

A viscous pressure came from behind me.

My back was already soaked with sweat.

Just as he sensed something was wrong, Miyazawa Itsuki asked Naomi what she wanted to eat.

"What would Naomi like?"

"I want the one that Tree-kun recommends!"

"For dessert, I recommend lemon chiffon cake. It might suit Naomi's taste perfectly."

"Hehehe, Tree-kun really understands me."

"I was just struck by your fondness for lemons... What about coffee?"

I'll drink whatever Shujun suggests.

"But I don't know what kind of coffee you like, whether you can handle bitterness or prefer sweetness."

"Do you remember what kind of coffee I ordered when we were having coffee at the coffee shop in Shibuya last time?"

She was referring to the coffee shop where the two first met.

It wasn't really to test her. She wouldn't go that far as to question a cup of coffee from a month ago.

Throwing a tantrum when your boyfriend can't answer a question is the behavior of a bad girlfriend.

I just wanted to talk to Shu-kun more, see his troubled expression, and then give him the answer, hoping to ease his worries.

Girls are such strange creatures.

Naomi Asahina admits that she has become a strange sun.

It's all Tree's fault; he must take responsibility.

Miyazawa Itsuki carefully searched his memory.

As a rented boyfriend with shorthand skills, after learning that he would be taking on more of Naomi's orders, he proactively reinforced his memory of the details of that day's date.

At this point, all you need to do is flip through your memory to find the details and habits of Naomi's dates.

"Yes……"

The clattering and clanging of the table.

A strange noise came from not far away, coming from behind him.

Miyazawa Itsuki subconsciously turned his head.

The sound was coming from the kitchen.

Mr. Mori was also startled.

He was about to go to the kitchen to check on the situation when he inadvertently made eye contact with Miyazawa Itsuki.

Their steps paused for a moment.

Who went?

Miyazawa Itsuki only thought for less than half a second.

He glanced at the bewildered Naomi and said apologetically:

"Excuse me, I'll go check on the kitchen and be right back."

The kitchen is where Tsukimi Sakuna is located, and any disturbance there indicates potential danger.

He had no reason not to check.

Miyazawa Itsuki's silhouette was reflected in Naomi's pupils.

"Eh……"

Naomi Asahina's pretty face drooped.

"What's all this commotion? Why did they have to come now and then? Sigh."

……

Miyazawa Itsuki walked quickly past Mr. Morizumi, who nodded to him.

Then, he pushed open the door to the kitchen.

"Tsukimi-kun..."

Miyazawa Itsuki's voice stopped.

He saw the girl's face contort in pain as she clutched her left hand. The cake knife fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from her porcelain-white fingertips, the color of which was exceptionally alluring.

"You're injured?!"

Tsukimi Sakura looked up.

Upon seeing that the person who arrived was Miyazawa Itsuki, not Morizumi-san, a flicker of an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes.

The pain didn't seem so obvious anymore.

"I'm sorry, Miyazawa-kun, I..."

Miyazawa looked at the Basque cake on the table to the side.

It seems that Tsukimi Sakuna accidentally cut her finger while cutting the cake.

Is the wound deep?

Miyazawa Itsuki asked with concern.

The girl offered him her hand.

On the pale skin of her fingers, beads of blood were bright red.

There was no major bleeding, so it shouldn't have been cut very deep.

"I'm sorry, Miyazawa-kun, I couldn't even handle this small matter properly."

Tsukimi Sakura was feeling very down.

"Why apologize? Such situations are inevitable in life, and I am no exception."

Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head.

Although Her Highness is very skilled in cooking, as the saying goes, even the best swimmer can drown. It's normal for accidents to happen when something is too familiar to you.

He once cut his fingers several times while experimenting with the limits of professional-level knife skills.

"I'll go get the first-aid kit. Please try to be patient a little longer, Tsukimi-san."

"Wait a minute."

Tsukimi Sakura stopped him.

A faint glimmer of light flashed in his amber pupils.

"There's no need to trouble Miyazawa-kun so much."

"If it's possible, I'd like to ask Miyazawa-kun for a small favor."

"What is it? Just tell me, Tsukimi-san."

"There's a traditional earthen house in my hometown..."

Her Highness's gaze wandered.

"This kind of wound can heal quickly if another person takes away the blood."

"take away?"

Miyazawa Itsuki was puzzled.

"It's...that's..."

Tsukimi Sakura's face turned bright red.

"Inhale... inhale for a moment."

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Miyazawa Itsuki remained silent.

His reaction made the girl tremble slightly with shyness.

"I'm sorry... I said something mean."

"it is good."

"Eh...?"

"As long as it can help Tsukimi-kun, I can give it a try, whether it's Hijikata or something."

Miyazawa Itsuki said:

"However, I hope you understand, Tsukimi. After using the traditional remedy, we still need to treat it again with conventional medical methods, such as disinfection and bandaging."

"Um... of course I know that too."

"That's good."