The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 4Volume 1 .1 - I Wish You Wouldnt Come

ROUND 4 – I Wish You Wouldn’t Come 1

Cherry blossoms are often thought of as a symbol of new beginnings, but by the time spring break ends in Tokyo, most of the trees have already turned into green leaves.

Come to think of it, the scenery was not photogenic on this day last year either.

Today is the entrance ceremony at Tokyo Metropolitan Orikita High School.

This spring break felt short yet intense.

Moving for the first time was more physically draining than I had imagined.

The main reason was that I ended up handling ninety percent of the unpacking.

Even though I volunteered to do it in place of my busy parents, it was indeed exhausting.

And then, a shock greater than the move itself——Our next-door neighbor turned out to be a popular idol.

As if that wasn’t enough, I never would have imagined on the last day of the school year, just before spring break, that we would end up in a relationship where I cook meals for her every day.

Though I’ve been serving home-cooked meals to my neighbor every day, my own meals are quite simple.

This morning’s menu was buttered toast, a mini salad, and black coffee, that’s all.

As I was nibbling on the toast, the entertainment segment started on the morning news program.

「Continuing coverage on the love affair rumors of the popular idol group Comet Hunter’s leader, Yamoto Mikoto. According to their agency, Yamoto-san is currently three months pregnant, and it has been decided that she will leave the group as of today. On her own SNS (TN: Social Networking Service/Social Media), Yamoto-san commented, ‘I apologize for the inconvenience caused to the members and fans due to my thoughtless actions. As a leader, I take responsibility and have decided to leave the group. From now on, I wish to support the members from behind the scenes…’」

Romantic scandals, graduations, marriages, pregnancies. I wonder what the fans think about such reports.

As if to answer my question, an interview with a middle-aged man who claimed to be a long-time fan was aired.

It seems he was devoted to Yamoto Mikoto, apparently spending most of his annual income on supporting her.

However, since the love affair rumors were reported over the weekend, he impulsively disposed of all his merchandise.

The interview concluded with his words of despair, saying he had ‘lost his will to live.’

I like Yuzuki. I like how Yuzuki enjoys eating the food I cook.

But something like this is not the outcome I want.

My goal has always been to ‘stop excessive dieting through the power of delicious meals,’ not to cause a scandal leading to leaving the group or retiring from the entertainment world.

In the first place, I doubt Yuzuki would ever fall for a guy.

…Wait, doesn’t that mean I’m also at a dead end?

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As a result of the class shuffle, I was placed in second-year Class A.

While I was chatting with my friend Hozumi, who had been in the same class and sat in front of me the previous year, I heard a small scream from the girls behind us.

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a button had rolled onto the desk.

It seemed that the fastener on the blazer had come off.

I approached the flustered girl and spoke to her.

“I can fix it for you if you want.”

“Ah?”

The girl wearing a white headband was taken aback, probably because she had just been approached by a boy she had never met before.

I took out a sewing kit from my school bag.

When I gestured with my hand, she showed a moment of hesitation before handing over her blazer.

We’re pressed for time as we need to move to the gymnasium, so my goal is to finish in under a minute.

Ready, set, go.

While I’m stitching it away, Hozumi starts explaining nonsense to the girl.

“It’s over once Suzufumi got his eye on you. This guy, he’s overprotective and loves taking care of others. Even in our first year, he was known as the ‘mom’ character in class.”

“Shut up, I’ll stuff you with an extra rice.”

“Huh, that’s not ‘mom’, that’s the cafeteria lady.”

The girl giggled softly.

“Alright, restoration complete.”

Time: fifty-eight seconds. Mission accomplished.

“Thank you. You’re… Mamori-kun, right? Let’s have a good year together.”

“Yeah, same to you.”

I handed over the blazer and smiled.

I hope that we both have an enjoyable year ahead.

At Orikita High School, the entrance ceremony and the start-of-term ceremony are held on the same day.

First comes the entrance ceremony, followed by the start-of-term ceremony.

Unusually, all upperclassmen are required to attend the entrance ceremony.

Last year, I was not only watched over by parents but also by the second and third-year students, which made me extremely nervous.

While heading to the gym, Hozumi and I shared updates about our recent daily lives.

We talk about how we slept in every day during spring break, how the new movie theater in the next town is nice, how the shrimp cutlet sandwich at the school store seems to have been upgraded, and how I’ve become friends with my neighbor in the apartment complex.

Nearly five hundred students in the gym, excluding the new students, are packed together.

There were also parents in suits scattered among the pipe chairs.

The seating arrangement places the upperclassmen at the very back, the parents in front of them, and the freshmen at the forefront.

Since the new students enter after the ceremony begins, the center of the gym is left open like a pathway.

Still, today was unusually noisy. Not so much loud as restless. Teachers and upperclassmen were fidgety, and even the parents seemed restless, glancing around uneasily.

Hozumi, sitting to my left, leans forward from his pipe chair and says.

“Hey, did you hear? Apparently, there’s a celebrity among this year’s freshmen.”