The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 3Volume 2 .2 - Suzufumi no Bāka ①

ROUND 3 – Suzufumi no Bāka ① 2

After looking around the room, Mikami-sensei murmured with surprise.

“It’s quite simple here. I thought it would be overflowing with home appliances and handy gadgets.”

“I can’t relax with too many things around. Besides, I actually enjoy the time I spend doing household chores, so I’m not really pursuing time-saving appliances.”

While I prioritize efficiency when helping out at the shop, there’s no need to rush that much at home.

The space has become larger since moving into this apartment, but my parents are mostly absent, leaving me with more space than I need.

“Actually, my mother will be arriving late, so please wait for a bit. Would you prefer coffee or tea?”

“Thank you. I think I’ll have tea. Could I also have some sugar and milk if you have it?”

“Alright. How many sugar sticks would you like?”

“Four… no, five, please.”

That’s quite a lot. Was Mikami-sensei always such a sweet tooth?

I poured the tea into a cup, placed the sugar, milk, and teapot on the low table.

Mikami-sensei sat formally on the cushion and took out her laptop from her bag.

“Oh right, please have some of these as well. They might be a bit sweet.”

Mikami-sensei’s eyes widened when I placed the individually wrapped cookies next to the tea.

“Could these be… homemade?”

“Yes, I always make the cookies myself. Store-bought ones are delicious, but I can adjust the amount of butter and sweetness to my liking when I make them myself.”

“You have such high feminine energy as ever…! I’ll gladly eat it!”

Mikamisensei’s voice bubbled with excitement, like a high school girl receiving ‘tomo-choco (friendship chocolate)’ on Valentine’s Day.

It seems that her occasionally age-appropriate reactions are popular among the students.

“With these, I can survive for two more days.”

I take that back.

That’s not something a woman in her mid-twenties would say.

Then it hit me.

“Um, is the reason you want extra sugar in your tea because…”

“Hydration and sugar are the basics of energy. Thanks to this, I think I can make it through the night.”

She’s using an off-school conference as an opportunity for nutritional intake….

Maybe I should have prepared more sweets besides the cookies.

“By the way, the cleaning is impeccable. Mamori-kun, you moved into this apartment during spring break, right?”

“Yes, the day after the closing ceremony.”

“It’s a good time to change your environment. How are things with your neighbors on the same floor?”

“Ah? Well, it’s not so bad.”

“What about your next-door neighbor? Do you talk to them often?”

“…Um, sensei?”

Suddenly, there’s a tremendous sense of pressure.

This feels more like an interrogation than a casual inquiry.

“Did you bring a proper housewarming gift? You need to be careful with those things, right? No, getting too friendly isn’t good either… in fact, don’t. No matter how close you are, setting boundaries is important.”

Could it be that this person…

“By the way, what time does the person in apartment 810 usually come home? They didn’t seem to have a work bag today, so did they go straight to the site from school? If that’s the case, I’m worried that the high school they attend in uniform might be exposed. Or maybe they’ll be coming home soon, so should I keep watch through the door viewer?”

The more she spoke, the more heated she became.

Mikami-sensei had leaned forward, almost spilling over the table.

“Don’t misunderstand. As a teacher, I’m just making sure that my students are settling into their new life properly. It’s not because I want to see Yuzuki-chan outside of school! I’m not planning to order posters from a printing company with the data from surveillance camera footage! I don’t want to catch the melting scent that lingers on her the moment she steps out of the elevator and I step in!”

Standing before my highly agitated homeroom teacher, I desperately wished for my mother’s arrival.

“No, you mustn’t falter, Momose… Today is strictly Mamori-kun’s three-way interview… Remember the pride of member number 000005. I should just support the brilliantly shining Yuzuki-chan on stage and on screen. Once I step out of the school, my relationship with Yuzuki-chan will no longer be that of a teacher and student. You’re amazing, Momose. You’re great, Momose…”

Engaging in an inner dialogue with her eyes closed, Mikami-sensei exuded an aura akin to that of a missionary from a new religion.

Eventually, she opened her eyes wide and downed her overly sweet tea as if savoring an espresso.

“Phew… I’ve somehow managed to overcome my own desires…”

At last, I understood.

The true purpose of Mikami-sensei choosing my home for the parent-teacher-student meeting was not out of consideration for my parents but rather to research her favorite idol who lived next door.

Just when I thought she had regained her composure, she began to look around restlessly.

“…”

Like a detective analyzing a crime scene, Mikami-sensei placed her hand on her chin.

“There was a sense of discomfort I felt when I entered the house… But…”

She stood up abruptly and began to wander around the living room.

Eventually, she crouched down in front of a cushion in the corner of the room.

“Excuse me.”

The next moment, Mikami-sensei buried her face in the cushion.

From her forehead to her chin, she pressed firmly against it.

“Um, Mikami-sensei…?”

After what seemed like a minute, Mikami-sensei finally lifted her face.

Her expression was filled with darkness.

“…Mamori-kun, I have a question.”

“Wh-what is it?”

“Why does this cushion smell like Yuzuki-chan?”

A shiver ran down my spine.

For real, I felt a chill to the core.

“Uh, well, that’s…”

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We rotate the cushions in our house.

Of course, we regularly wash the covers, and we also spray them with disinfectant and sun-dry them.

But then I remembered. I remembered the incident that made me realize this person was a hardcore fan of Yuzuki.

She had a history of rubbing her cheek against Sasaki Yuzuki’s chair in the classroom of 1-B.

Could it be that she memorized Yuzuki’s scent at that time?

And now, did she match the residual scent on the cushion to identify who was using it?

“After all, I am a teacher at Orikita High School. I am in a position to legally access students’ personal information. Of course, I am aware of who lives in room 810 next door.”

“I-I see?”

“But you know what? I have never once sneaked into the apartment without permission or spied from afar with binoculars. It’s taboo to interfere with an idol’s private life.”

“Right, of course.”

“However, it seems that a certain boy doesn’t feel the same way. Despite being a fan of Yuzuki-chan, he has crossed the boundary between performer and audience and invited her into his room. What have you been doing with her?”

Mikami-sensei’s entire body trembled slightly.

Behind her, a black flame-like aura rose waveringly.

“As a long-standing fan with member number 000005, I must teach newcomers the proper way to be a fan. Even if you are my beloved student, favoritism is not allowed. There must be punishment for sins, the hammer of judgment…”

What she pulled out of her bag was a rectangular box.

The label read ‘Arisu Yuzuki Mini Tapestry.’ Mikami-sensei gripped it tightly, ready to swing it as she approached me.

First of all, why was she even carrying such a thing?

I was quickly cornered by the window, unable to move.

In many ways, I braced myself for death——

Then, I heard the sound of the front door unlocking.

“She’s finally here…!”

It seemed that Mom had arrived just in the nick of time.

Mikami-sensei’s movements came to a halt.

Like a startled rabbit, I dashed out and flung open the front door.

“Mom! Nice timing──”

“Yoo-hoo, your beloved Rika Onee-san has arrived~”

The second act of chaos was about to begin…

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