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

"Haruka, this Sunday, how about letting my aunt come to pick you up at your house?"

Lunch break had ended,

and when Haruka Yuzan returned to the classroom, Heisuke Yonchu came over with a grin and said,

"My future life's big events are all depending on you, brother."

"It's not like I'm the one going on a date with Classmate Mishima, what are you counting on me for?"

After finishing the last sip of strawberry milk, Haruka Yuzan looked at him indifferently while biting the straw.

"It's the same if you keep my aunt company." Heisuke Yonchu eagerly took the empty milk carton from Haruka Yuzan's hand. "And you're not at a loss; my aunt is really pretty."

Upon hearing this, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but shake his head, wondering if this guy was trying to set up a blind date for his own aunt.

"Alright, I got it, but there's no need for your aunt to pick me up. I'll just come over to your place on Sunday or we can meet at a designated spot, and I'll go directly there."

Having Mrs. Harada come to his house?

That was fine, but if Misaki saw, she'd definitely cling to him and ask questions incessantly.

"Hey, Haruka, just tell me, who is that person? Please, can you?"

"Haven't I already told you? It's just my friend's aunt."

"Heh heh, why would an aunt ask you to go shopping with her?"

"...."

Just thinking about that person hugging his leg gossiping, and not being able to shake them off, gave Haruka Yuzan a headache.

The moment he got home, his thigh would definitely gain a new chibi charm.

"Hmm, okay, I'll ask my aunt when I get back." Heisuke Yonchu nodded, patting the boy's shoulder solemnly as if entrusting him with something of great importance,

"That's settled then. I'm counting on you, Haruka for Sunday."

Haruka Yuzan took out his textbooks for the next class, preparing to preview them. As if a thought had struck him, he mentioned casually,

"However, I'm surprised your aunt agreed to such a ridiculous plan..."

He found it a bit strange in his heart. Normally, no mature adult would agree to such an unreasonable request.

"That.... actually, I haven't mentioned it to her yet...."

"...."

"I plan to tell her on Saturday so that she won't refuse."

"Wouldn't it be better if she refused? That way it wouldn't affect you, right?" Haruka Yuzan was curious.

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"No! A man can't easily break his word, and besides, the main purpose of going out this time is to help my aunt unwind!"

"You've already broken your word."

"....This is a special case; it's different, and moreover, isn't this why I came to ask for your help to put out the fire...."

In the warm afternoon sunlight, under the witness of the breeze and cherry blossoms, the young man entrusted his aunt to his friend.

....

"Chiba Student, if you want to laugh, you can laugh out loud. It's just the two of us now; you don't need to maintain your persona."

On the way home after school,

Haruka Yuzan said to the girl beside him nonchalantly.

The white blouse accentuated her beautiful curves, the swan-like neck, and the fair cheeks made one feel joy involuntarily.... It seems like the class president is in a very good mood today.

However, upon hearing the boy's words, Chiba Shimizu's expression quickly turned cold, reverting to her usual icy demeanor,

"If Classmate Haruka is so concerned about me, how about you think about how you're going to accompany someone else's aunt on Sunday?"

"Can't the clever class president see that I'm helping a friend? After all, Tokyo's handsome boys like to be helpful the most."

"So even helping take care of someone else's aunt? I didn't expect Classmate Haruka would take on such business."

The miss spoke sarcastically. Planning to open a coffee shop, with so many things to do, yet he still found time to accompany someone else's aunt?

For Chiba Shimizu, this was incomprehensible.

"He offered too much." Haruka Yuzan said with a sincere face.

"..."

"Or shall we talk about something else?" Looking at the distant cherry blossom trees, Haruka Yuzan said with a smile.

"What?" The miss responded perfunctorily, her chilly temperament continuing to express disinterest.

"Dream-like bubbles that burst with a touch, eventually one has to face reality.... I wonder if the class president is interested in discussing the topic of dreams with me?"

Haruka Yuzan quickened his pace by two steps, moved in front of the girl, and stopped abruptly.

Raising her delicate face, the girl looked up at the boy before her, her eyes without a ripple like still water.

However, from Haruka Yuzan's angle, there seemed to be a hint of defiance in the girl's gaze.

Like a proud little penguin...

"I heard that if you miss someone a lot, there's a chance you'll dream about them at night...."

Haruka Yuzan pretended to mention casually, his deep eyes constantly watching the girl, trying to detect any suspicious emotions.

Unfortunately, those calm eyes didn't seem to stir at all,

"Hmm.... it could happen, especially if that person did something memorable in the past few days."

Chiba Shimizu replied nonchalantly, as if she were truly discussing an inconsequential matter with the boy.

"So, class president, have you dreamed about me recently?"

"If it's a dream about you, that's pretty normal, since we're living together." The girl's voice was bleak, betraying no emotion.

"So... you really dreamt about me?"

Chiba Shimizu didn't respond to Haruka Yuzan's question. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the air as she looked at the boy with her ice-cold eyes.

Her skin, delicate enough to blow bubbles upon, appeared especially radiant, irresistibly tempting one to leave their own mark upon it. Every aspect of the girl was so beautiful it made hearts tremble,

"I'm just rather curious, what role did I play in Miss's dream?"

"Was it something insignificant, or..."

In response to the boy's question, Chiba Shimizu ran her fingers through her hair and lifted her head to say indifferently,

"Well, Classmate Haruka, have you dreamt about me?"

Thinking of escaping the predicament by turning the question around?

However, it's a pity,

"Yes." The boy replied decisively.

"Then, what role did I play in your dream? Was it something insignificant, or..."

"The lead role." His decisiveness was somewhat unexpected, "The heroine."

"...."

After a moment of silence, Chiba Shimizu had to admit that she had somewhat underestimated Haruka Yuzan,

"If there's nothing else, could you please make way, Classmate Haruka?" Saying this, the young lady stepped aside and passed by.

Random dreams, avoided questions?

Standing still, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but smile, his gaze resting on that slender figure,

Below the pleated skirt were legs that many longed for, delicate and long, with white lantern socks that added a youthful flair.

The most perfect legs were once again openly admired by him as their paths crossed.

Silver hair, a shirt, cherry blossoms, lantern socks—how many could not forget such images of their youth?

He took a few brisk steps forward, calling out with a smile,

"Chiba, let's go to the supermarket later to buy some ingredients and spices... We need to prepare quite a few things if we want roast chicken tonight."

"Sure, okay..."

"Oh, and about the café's name, have you got any ideas?"

"....Classmate Haruka, are you really going to leave everything to me?"

"The capable should do more, this also serves as early practice for your abilities, Miss."

"..."

"Let's wait and discuss it with everyone tonight..."

.....

"Heave-ho, heave-ho, heave-ho!"

At the gate of the villa,

Misaki Saki was dragging a nylon bag as big as her lower half, straining to pull it into the villa.

Her slender arms gripping the mouth of the bag, she let out a "heave-ho" with each small inch it moved.

Her tender face turned pink from exertion,

Golden Tails looked especially humorous, given that, after five minutes, she had only managed to move it less than ten centimeters.

With a physical strength level that was good for nothing, this task was proving to be quite difficult for her.

"Meow?"

Roast Meat, squatting on the ground next to her, meowed as if to cheer her on.

"Come and help. Otherwise, you won't get any roasted fish snacks tonight!"

The small slippers stomped on the ground as she leaned back in her oversized white T-shirt, emblazoned with a bold character meaning "house," her entire body tilting backwards.

"Meow!"

As if understanding her, Roast Meat joined in with his plump head, nudging the big bag forward, though to little effect.

A girl and her cat, eating and sleeping, getting winded from a few extra steps, let alone now.

When Haruka Yuzan and Chiba Shimizu returned to the neighborhood, they spotted this scene from the end of the street:

The little girl tilted her cute head back as if every cell in her body strained, moving the big bag into the villa bit by bit,

While an orange furball followed, pushing hard with its head; owner and pet labored together—one "heave-ho, heave-ho" and the other "meowing."

Uninitiated spectators would think some poor child was enduring an undue burden under the glaring sun.

To these two creatures, Haruka Yuzan felt speechless, moving closer to inquire,

"What in the world are you two doing?"

At the sound of the familiar voice, Misaki Saki's spirits lifted, and she looked up,

the languid boy and the frosty girl, each carrying large plastic bags, appeared down the street, side by side like the leading actors of a teen drama returning home, drawing gazes.

"You're finally back!"

Spotting the pair, the young girl, as if finding saviors, was moved almost to tears.

The bag on the other side, Roast Meat, mirrored her expression, meowing incessantly.