Tokyo landlord: why is the panties of the lady next door in my house?!

Misaki Saki.

As Haruka Yuzan stared at the four characters on the band-aid in his hand, he felt like crying but had no tears—no wonder they used the word "set" as the measure word.

So this is a set of autographed signatures?

What do I need this thing for?

To collect? Or to... aim at it and....

Just don't know if it'll be uncomfortable sticking this thing on my body.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just then, a sudden knocking at the door startled Haruka Yuzan. He hurriedly stuffed the sticker and the teddy bear under the mattress.

Also stored with them was the reward he had obtained last time from Mrs. Onodera.

Haruka Yuzan immediately felt a headache coming on. If others saw this, he feared his reputation would truly be unsalvageable.

But then, nobody would normally search under his mattress, right?

He needed to find a place to store these items securely. Where else in the room could be even more secretive?

Outside the door, Misaki Saki was already too impatient to wait any longer.

The moment Haruka opened the door, her petite body tried to squeeze in.

"Let me see, let me see, what were you doing alone in your room just now?"

Blinking her bright eyes, Misaki Saki curiously peered into the room. However, blocked by the tall stature of the boy at the door, the girl could only rub against Haruka in vain, failing to squeeze in.

"I wasn't doing anything, what do you want to see?"

Especially since Misaki Saki was wearing just an oversized T-shirt, the wonderful touch felt all the more real.

After standing in place and savoring the sensation for a while, Haruka then stepped aside, letting the girl in.

"Look, there's nothing here. Don't think of me as so dirty, okay? And besides, what could be done in such a short time?"

With that, Haruka sat on the bed with a thump, spreading his hands wide as if he had no concerns in the world.

Misaki Saki looked at him suspiciously, and finally leaned in closer, her little nose gently twitching as she sniffed, like a little cat discerning scents.

Looking at that cute little face so close to him, Haruka Yuzan was momentarily stunned, then he pushed her cheek to one side,

"You look exactly the same as Roast Meat when it wants to be fed."

"Don't compare me to that fat cat."

Misaki Saki tried to puff up her cheeks in anger, but then realized that her left cheek was being squished by Haruka Yuzan, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't puff it up.

The girl's comical appearance was especially like that of an adult teasing a child, wasn't it?

Very interesting.

.......

After dinner,

Misaki Saki used the excuse of needing to return to her room for work and scurried back to her bedroom.

According to her, when inspiration struck, she had to create right away, or else she would feel choked after that period passed.

With one person less, Haruka Yuzan helped Mrs. Onodera with the housework.

Actually, it seemed there was no difference with or without that slacker. Misaki Saki's only role was to liven up the atmosphere.

Oh, and she provided Haruka with 5000+N yen every day.

Beyond that, she served the same purpose as Roast Meat.

"Are you getting used to working here?"

Haruka Yuzan dried a dish with a towel and passed it over to Mrs. Onodera, smiling as he asked.

"Yes, I've completely adapted. Everyone is so nice to me."

Reiko Onodera picked up a dish from the sink, rinsed off the soap suds with hot water, and handed it to the boy beside her,

"Really, I can do all these things by myself, you can go sit on the sofa and watch TV."

It was always like this, Mrs. Onodera would rather see Haruka Yuzan lying in bed all day, with all other chores and tasks left to her.

"It's no big deal. I used to do everything by myself before you came."

Haruka Yuzan said with a laugh.

"Huh?"

Reiko Onodera was taken aback, clearly surprised by his statement.

Do the young masters from big families also do these things themselves?

"What's so strange about that? My parents aren't in Tokyo, and usually I'm alone, so of course I do it myself,"

the boy said with a smile, putting the cleaned dishes back into the cupboard, as if reminiscing about his past life,

"When I first came to Tokyo, I was the only one in the villa. When I came home every day, the place was so empty, especially in the evenings. It was very lonely and uncomfortable, so I would choose to hug some roast meat and stay in my bedroom."

The boy leaned against the exquisite marble table, his tall figure showing a hint of fatigue, his handsome face looking up towards the sky at a 45° angle,

"That's why I chose to look for a roommate with cheap rent to keep me company."

The melancholic charm of the handsome young man slowly spread out, and his solitary beauty was most provocative of the compassionate hearts of these family-oriented women,

As Reiko Onodera looked at the boy, she couldn't help but stop her work. Just thinking of him being so alone when he arrived in Tokyo made her heart ache terribly,

"Haruka..."

"It's okay, it's all in the past."

Haruka Yuzan straightened up and said with a smile,

"I should be the one thanking you, Sister Reiko, for giving me a sense of home, not just an empty big house."

Having said that, the boy stepped forward and gave madam a warm hug.

"I should be thanking you, Haruka..."

Reiko Onodera did not struggle, her small hand gently stroking the boy's sturdy back, a serene smile on her face.

This was a mutual healing process.

Holding the beautiful lady in his arms, even though the atmosphere on the scene was warm, some things really couldn't be controlled.

"Haru, Haruka... let's get the dishes cleaned first,"

But now, Haruka Yuzan didn't want to listen anymore, he reached out, lifted madam's delicate face, and kissed her.

In the end, madam slowly crouched down, choosing various combination tactics...

........

The next morning, the weather was clear with a light breeze,

and the morning air gradually became moist.

Haruka Yuzan took a deep breath, feeling reborn all over, with an indescribably refreshing sensation.

After saying goodbye to madam, Haruka Yuzan carried his backpack off to school.

His black coat was stylishly open, revealing the white shirt underneath, and the boy's face was radiant with sunshine and a handsome smile, causing the schoolgirls in sailor uniforms around him to blush.

However, it seemed that today there were no bold senior girls, just shy young girls whispering among themselves.

He smoothly passed the corner by the wall at the crossroads, and the facade of the school came into view.

Arriving at the school area, those students who rode their bicycles dismounted and began pushing their bikes, chatting and laughing with the people beside them.

Haruka Yuzan, however, was casually looking at the virtual panel, his eyes flashing with a hint of surprise.

[Tenant: 003]

[Name: Misaki Saki]

[Tenant's Wish List:]

[1. Hope to eat tuna sushi today! Drooling...]

[2. Hit a creative block today, hoping to break through and find inspiration! Dazed...]

[3. To create a work that will astonish the world and to be addressed as the great teacher Misaki!]

[Completion of Wish List One, Task Reward: 5000 Japanese Yen]

[Completion of Wish List Two, Task Reward: An invitation from Misaki Saki]

Yet another quirky task reward.

Seeing this wish list, Haruka Yuzan felt a headache coming on, a manga artist looking for inspiration, where to find it?

How to find it?

Was he really supposed to go watch a specialty film with her?

Once again, the image of that cunning girl came to mind, a cute face with a scheming smile on it.

Why was her wish list always so bizarre?

Tiring.

With a sigh, even the enthusiastic cheers from the clubs' morning practices couldn't spark any interest in the boy.