The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 8Volume 1 .1 - If I Werent an Idol
ROUND 8 – If I Weren’t an Idol 1
I close the lid of the bento box and take out two types of napkins.
The navy blue one is what I usually use. The other one, a yellow napkin, is something I pulled out from the closet after a long time.
It also happens to be the favorite color of a certain idol.
The time is just past six in the morning.
Normally, I would still be in bed dreaming at this hour.
Originally, I had to wake up early because I was on day duty today, but if that were the only reason, setting the alarm a little earlier would be enough.
The true reason for waking up early is to hand over this bento to my neighbor.
Today is finally the day of the 【Spotlights】 performance.
The live show starts in the evening, so it seems they will be entering the venue around noon.
This bento is a gift, so to speak.
I’m sure the venue will be lined with luxurious catering that puts this humble homemade bento to shame.
Still, my body moved on its own. Waking up at four in the morning, I imagined Yuzuki’s happy face as I packed each ingredient one by one into a three-tiered bento.
It might be a bit bulky to carry, but I hope she’ll overlook that.
The problem is how to hand it over.
I stare at my left little finger.
“…”
I haven’t seen Yuzuki once for three days since we had an after-school snack together.
I don’t know what kind of face I should make.
What was the intention behind that?
Was it just an accidental touch? Or just a whim?
Could it be that Yuzuki sees me as a member of the opposite sex…?
No, that’s jumping to conclusions.
Yuzuki is an idol.
At handshake events, she exchanges handshakes with hundreds, even thousands of fans.
Just like the day I first met her, part of her job is to gently envelop the hands of those who come and support see her.
Getting excited over just connecting little fingers is too much.
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This is why boys with no dating experience often get carried away.
I don’t have the courage to hand it to her directly.
But then again, leaving it on the door lever at home doesn’t feel right either.
Time to head to school was approaching. So I left the house with my thoughts still in disarray.
The room next door was quiet.
She couldn’t have left earlier, could she?
If I remember correctly, Yuzuki said she would head to the venue from home.
I heard that some members stay at a hotel, but this time, due to the event being in a large venue, Yuzuki wanted to prepare mentally at home.
As I was considering sending it by bike courier, I heard the sound of a key turning, ‘click’, unlocking the door.
Room 810’s door slowly opens.
“Ah, it’s Suzufumi.”
Yuzuki was casually dressed, as if she were about to head out to a neighboring town for fun.
“O-oh, g-good morning.”
“What? Are you nervous about something?”
She giggles. Yuzuki probably meant it as a joke, but it wasn’t entirely untrue.
“…The live starts at seven in the evening, right? I bought a streaming ticket.”
“Thank you. I’ll make sure Suzufumi falls for me as a fan today!”
Surprisingly, Yuzuki was as usual.
Maybe I was overthinking it. When you live away from your parents, there are days when you long for the warmth of others.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence that I was nearby at that time.
Seeing Yuzuki looking cheerful, I shouldn’t feel lonely; that must not be right.
“Right… Here.”
I extended a bright yellow square package towards her.
“Oh, this is…”
“This is… you know. Live performances are a battle of stamina, so don’t go overboard with the food restraint on the day of the show, that’s what I mean… The contents are centered around fish and vegetables. I’ve also thought about the nutritional balance, so it’s healthy. Make sure you eat well at lunch.”
“Ah, lunch… all of this for lunch!?”
Yuzuki’s eyes widen. I, too, am now reflecting on it.
“Just put it in the freezer if there’s any leftover. I’m heading out first.”
“Wait, just a minute!”
I pressed the bento, or rather the stacked food boxes, against Yuzuki and hurried toward the elevator.
I stepped into the elevator and peeked at her face/
Yuzuki narrows her eyes, looking down gently at the heavy box she’s holding in both hands.
Suddenly, Yuzuki looked up, and our eyes met.
“Look forward to the live show!”
Her smile was clear and carefree, like a serene blue sky.
I waved back gently and pressed the ‘close’ button.
The moment the door closed, I covered my eyes with my palm.
It’s no good.
Just seeing Yuzuki happy over a meal makes my heart race.
I want to see your smiling face even more, Yuzuki—I want to take care of you even more.
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