The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 9Volume 2 .2 - Lets Eat It Together ♥

ROUND 9 – Let’s Eat It Together ♥ 2

“Hey, Yuzuki.”

One day after practice, I called out to Yuzuki as usual as we were leaving the studio.

“Emoto-senpai, what is it?”

Yuzuki called back to me as she always does.

“Can we stop with this ‘Emoto-senpai’ thing? It’s too formal.”

“But, Emoto-senpai is older. You’re a senpai and the group’s leader, so I have to show proper respect…”

“You’re just saying that because you’re embarrassed to change how you call me now, aren’t you?”

“Ugh…”

Yuzuki is always perfect in front of the camera, but I know well that her true feelings tend to show in private.

“Okay? It’s not about uniformly respecting everyone. As idols, being approachable is important too, right? Especially something like how you call someone, it’s like a symbol of closeness. Think of it as practice, come on!”

“…Emoto-san?”

“Calling your ‘older sister’ by her last name is strange! Don’t be shy, try again!”

After hesitating for a while, Yuzuki blushed and said,

“…R-Ruru-san.”

Siblings don’t need honorifics, but considering how cute Yuzuki is when she’s embarrassed, I’ll let it slide for now.

Someday, I hope she’ll casually call me ‘Ruru.’

That day, I felt like we finally became sisters.

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Two nights after the promise with Emoto-san.

When I opened the door to Room 809, I saw Yuzuki in her usual outfit of a T-shirt and shorts.

Her tense expression was different from mere nervousness.

Standing in front of the door, Yuzuki was muttering to herself like a curse.

“I will win, I must overcome my immaturity, I will definitely win, I’ll crush it, subdue it, blow it away, break through…”

“Hey. Emoto-san just arrived too.”

“I need to stop being stubborn, look into the eyes of the person you’re facing, remember the warmth of a hug, be grateful…”

“Uh, Yuzuki-san…”

“Making up with Ruru-san, making up with Ruru-san, Ruru-san and Ruru-san, rururururu…”

Whether she was concentrating her spirit for the upcoming battle of the century or not, my words seemed to not reach her ears.

It’s said that successful people never skip mental training, but I wonder if she’s like this just before a live performance too.

Since she didn’t move an inch in front of the door, I reached out my hand and felt the sensation of her gripping it back.

It seems she’s still somewhat conscious.

Having taken off her shoes, Yuzuki stares down the hallway.

What lies ahead is not a living room but a ring.

It is a sacred place where only those who have resolved themselves are allowed to stand.

After repeating deep breaths, Yuzuki suddenly opens her eyes wide with determination.

The eyes of someone who has decided to face their fears without running away are beautiful.

With each step she takes, the force with which she treads on the floor becomes stronger and stronger.

Even though there should be no one else in the hallway but us… it feels like I can hear cheers for Yuzuki as she heads towards the ring.

I, in place of Yuzuki, reach for the doorknob that connects the living room and the hallway, much like a staff member in pro wrestling lifting the ropes to support a wrestler’s entrance.

In front of the low table, a person who had arrived earlier was deep in meditation.

In a blouse and long skirt, Emoto-san quietly opens her eyes.

Her eyes are sharper than usual, and it seems she could perform a swift sword draw with just her gaze.

Perhaps she was honing her fighting spirit in preparation for the impending showdown.

Of course, I was the one who arranged this match.

The actors are all in place. Thus I stand between the two, taking on the role of facilitator.

“We will now commence the caretaker battle between Emoto Ruru and Mamori Suzufumi.”

Each of us harbors our own thoughts and feelings as we face this moment.

The taut tension speaks volumes about the grandeur of the impending showdown.

“The match will be a one-round with no time limit. The theme for the cooking is the same as last time: ‘a meal that makes Yuzuki happy’. Ingredients and budget are free, and Yuzuki will make the judgment after both dishes have been tasted. The loser must step down from their caretaker duties. Is that clear?”

When I ask Emoto-san, she returns a fearless smile.

Whether we laugh or cry, today is the final battle.

If the venue is this apartment, there’s no worry about any interference.

“Then, I will go first.”

Emoto Ruru takes the initiative.

Yuzuki and I sit on the cushions, watching the cooking process.

“Today’s main ingredient is this!”

What she pulls out of a plastic bag is pork loin.

Unlike last time with the okara, this is genuine meat.

Yuzuki, who had been sitting with a stiff expression, reacts with a twitch of her eyebrows.

“For today’s match, I’ve categorized Yuzuki’s eating habits over the past three months.”

Emoto-san casually drops such a statement.

Somehow, she has a thick stack of papers in her hand.

“Out of the 226 meals I have on record, meat appeared the most at 108 times. The second most was fish at 55 times, which is almost double the difference. There’s no doubt that choosing meat is the way to victory. At this point, the probability of Yuzuki being happy is estimated at 90%.”

Even though they’re together often for work, Yuzuki probably never imagined her meals were being recorded.

She sits with her mouth agape.

“Now, here’s a question for Mamori-san. 【4.2 centimeters by 1.7 centimeters】. Do you know what these numbers refer to?”

“I have no idea.”

“It’s the size of Yuzuki’s mouth.”

How would I know that?

And how did she even find out about it?

Seems like Emoto-san was awakened. Well, ‘awakened’ sounds good, but at this point, she’s practically a ‘Yuzuki maniac’.

She’s fully utilizing all her knowledge about Yuzuki to win against me.