Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Excuse me~~"

Shouting softly, Masaki Xiangori followed the two of them and walked into the door. Both she and Mitsuha Miyamizu only carried a small bag with light snacks in their hands, while Hojo Kyousuke, who was walking at the front, had his hands full of things.

So small.

Although she knew this was a single apartment when she was under the building, after entering the door and seeing the compact layout inside, Kaori couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

On the way here, she had made many kinds of imaginations. Whether it was a super high-end tower where only the presidents of large companies could live, or a high-end residential area where dignitaries and celebrities lived overlooking the surrounding area, she would not be surprised.

After all, both Mitsuha Miyamizu, whose parents are from a thousand-year-old family, and Kyosuke Hojo, who has made astonishing achievements in many fields, are both talented people who are not short of money at all. I didn't expect that the residence they lived together would be so simple.

"I didn't expect that the most popular girl among the freshmen at Ochanomizu University would live in such a simple place. If those who admire her knew about it, I don't know how surprised they would be. Of course, I would be surprised too."

After putting on the disposable slippers Mitsuha gave her, Masaki Xiangori turned around and looked around. There are no partitions, so everything in the house is clearly visible.

"Why, isn't this house nice?"

Miyamizu Mitsuha casually responded to her friend's words, put the snack bag on the low table in the living room, walked to the kitchen with familiarity, took out two round-mouthed glasses, and then opened the refrigerator and took out ice cubes. Put the ice cubes into the cup, pour the tea drink you just bought, and put it on the table.

"Not at all, it looks very warm. It's just that I thought it would be more gorgeous. After all, in a school like ours, Mitsuha, you can be called the eldest lady, right? And with Hojo-san's identity, if you are fanatical If fans knew he lived here, they would be in trouble."

Holding the glass and looking at the ice cubes colliding and undulating in the brown liquid, Masaki Kaori muttered. Although it is called an apartment, the security and services can only be said to be better than nothing, and they are completely incomparable to high-end apartments.

The atmosphere of life is very strong, and it looks like a residence for a couple who have just arrived in Tokyo and are working hard for the future. You can tell at a glance that they are second-hand refrigerators and TV cabinets bought from a second-hand store. The bedside shelf seems to be handmade, but the accessories on it are very cute.

"Haha~ He lived here when Kyousuke and I first met. He was not a great writer at that time."

With a chuckle, Sanye smoothed her skirt and slowly sat on the carpet, then followed her friend's gaze and looked around the room.

Whether it is the sofa or the table, there is no dust or any old smell, as if it has never been far away from its owner.

After entering the house, Kyousuke had already carried the ingredients to the kitchen to process them. Now he was standing in front of the sink, lowering his head and arranging the coriander that he had already collected. His black eyes were full of seriousness and concentration. From the moment we first met, this man has never been complacent about what he eats.

The emerald green coriander grows ever slimmer in his hands, and any leaves or stems that are unqualified in his eyes are removed. Then came the potatoes, using the paring knife I brought. Hey, that's a peeling method I discovered that won't hurt my hands. Even though he still had to peel the potatoes, Kyosuke still cleaned the remaining soil on the potatoes first, and then slowly peeled off the brown skin strip after strip...

I really want my mother to see that I not only learned to peel potatoes, but also found a way to never hurt my hands.

Looking at the person preparing dinner for him in the kitchen, the tenderness in Sanye's eyes almost turned into water drops.

"Ah, I can't do it anymore. This is too sweet! It's like an execution for a single person."

After saying several words without getting a response from her friend, Masaki Kaori turned her head and saw Mitsuha Miyamizu staring at Hojo Kyousuke in the kitchen without blinking. The happiness on his face was about to turn the room into a vast ocean and drown him.

Hearing this shouting, Hojo Kyousuke raised his head and faced Mitsuha Miyamizu's eyes. Facing the affection on his face, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The sweet look between the two made Masaki Xiangori shudder again. She felt that this place had become a hell, and she couldn't help but want to take out her mobile phone to call for support. There is definitely nothing he can do against Sanye. He has to call his seniors. In front of those people, Sanye will definitely be the one who is teased and executed.

Touching the mobile phone in her pocket, Kaori was extremely confused. She is looking forward to going to school tomorrow to show off her first-hand information to her classmates and seniors. She is the first person to really meet Mitsuye's boyfriend, and she is even invited to her home for dinner. This is something that only true friends can have. treatment.

After looking at each other and smiling, Miyamizu Mitsuha also realized that she and Kyousuke were not the only ones in this room, so she turned her head and smiled sheepishly.

"Although this room looks plain, it's actually very interesting." To compensate, she decided to reveal a little secret to her friend.

"Um?!"

Masaki Xiangori's eyes lit up. Could it be a story created by a writer that he loved to hear? Every corner is a source of inspiration for writers. In "The Devotion of Suspect X", does the kotatsu used by Yasuko and her daughter to kill people also have a prototype and is kept in a locker?

"Just like this refrigerator, even though it looks old, even if it becomes unusable in the end, I will never throw it away."

Mitsuba led her friend to the refrigerator at the end of the kitchen. Of course, she passed Hojo Kyosuke in the middle, so she pushed him forward with her butt, signaling to give way.

refrigerator?

With her mind opened, Masaki Xiangori couldn't help but start thinking. She was barely a fan of mystery novels, but she had seen many cases related to refrigerators.

As she walked closer, the white light in the kitchen was partially obscured by her body, casting a shadow on the silver-gray surface of the refrigerator. It actually looked a little scary, but the stickers and notes on it were a little weird.

Although I didn't look at the huge double bed out of politeness, I still caught a glimpse of the cute quilt cover that looked like little animals having a meeting. Now there are the same stickers on the refrigerator, pink and blue clouds, Doraemon, a beaver with panda eyes, Chibi Maruko-chan...

They are all stickers that little girls like, but these must have been posted by the previous owner of the refrigerator...

"How about it? It's cute. I collected them all with great effort."

Mitsuba said proudly that she had wanted these stickers when she was a child, but she couldn't find them in a rural place like Itomori. When I came to Tokyo, I asked Eri to find a familiar store to collect them.

"Haha, it's very cute and fits your personality Sanye very well."

Masaki Kaori twitched the corner of her mouth, turned her head to the other side, and looked at Hojo Kyosuke who was choosing dishes. The other party must have heard Mitsuha's words, with a jealous smile on his face.

Putting her eyes on the refrigerator again, she found a clue. The stickers are not the point, the point is those sticky notes filled with dense words.

"I bought the dragon fruit yesterday. I ate one and it tasted very good. You can eat the remaining one today."

It was obviously a message, but it was actually printed, which made Masaki Xiangori a little confused. The following sentence is very familiar. It is Sanye's handwriting, which is extremely beautiful. Those Chinese characters look like dancing fairies in neon clothes, full of special charm.

"Hmm~ It's really sweet, but when I was shopping at night, I saw a very good-looking cantaloupe, so I couldn't help but buy it. Just help me eat it."

Below is the printed handwriting again:

"My mother sent fresh venison yesterday. I have cut it into suitable sizes for frying. You can eat it with lime juice. I made it before going to bed."

Then there is Sanye’s handwriting:

"Ah, what a pity, I didn't eat it. When I opened it, I saw that the refrigerator was empty. I was so sad~~ (tears expression) (yelling expression)"

Haha, has Sanye ever been so childish?

So it seems that the printed character must be Hojo-san? He was told to be careful about his mathematician wife before, but now it seems that he is a robot.

There are various other messages below. Basically, the two of them prepared various foods for each other to remember to eat, and also left various thoughts after eating.

Although it is a bit strange why the two of them work like one working the night shift and the other working the day shift, the sweetness of their daily lives can be seen just from the sticky notes.

It's obviously just black and white text, but it seems like I can see the two of them feeding each other spoonful by spoonful, and smiling at each other from time to time. The sugar content is simply beyond the limit.

It's clear that Hojo-san's writing is as strict as a robot, but you can clearly see the undisguised concern. Sanye's is even more extreme, as if she wants to post a picture of her laughing and smiling on it.

These two people...

Masaki Xiangori, who had been watching for a long time, turned around and saw Mitsuha running next to Hojo Kyosuke and standing side by side handling the ingredients.

Sanye was carefully washing the already clean cabbage, tearing it apart leaf by leaf and washing away the dust, looking like a housewife. The boy next to him was holding down the potato with his well-jointed left hand, and holding a shiny silver kitchen knife in his right hand to cut the potato into pieces. The two of them cooperated seamlessly.

The kitchen is small enough for only one person to pass through, but it is enough to accommodate the feelings of two people. The small room is filled with a suffocating sweet smell.

terrible!

If she hadn't been thinking about the next group photo, signed novels, signed comics, limited edition peripherals, and the world-class cuisine, Masaki Xiangori would have turned around and run away. If she stays here any longer, she might run away from home and give up her pocket money to pursue her love.

Without disturbing the two of them, she shrank her body as much as possible and left the kitchen area behind them.

Sitting on the sofa, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at the two people in the kitchen again.

Ah, that’s great. I really want to fall in love and get married~~

Then he took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the two of them to take a photo. A loud "click" sound was heard, and the sound of water washing the vegetable leaves could not be covered up.

The movements of their hands paused. Hojo Kyousuke paused for a second before continuing to chop vegetables, while Mitsuha looked at Masaki Kaori with a calm face.

"Because it was so harmonious, I couldn't help but want to take a photo. I will send it to you later, you're welcome."

"Be careful not to post it on the Internet." Sanye warned. They originally wanted to take a group photo, so this kind of photo doesn't matter.

"OKOK, I know it without you having to tell me~"

Hehe, Mu Xiangori put away her phone with satisfaction after gaining valuable material to show off. I opened a bag of potato chips and ate it, my eyes darting around, trying to find more details. In her opinion, she has already been tortured, so she might as well watch it all at once to avoid the headache of being shown off again later.

The sound of the range hood sounded, and Mitsuha Miyamizu also evacuated from the kitchen, leaving the battlefield to Hojo Kyosuke. Sitting on the sofa, I answered my friends' questions with my mouth and replied to the news from home.

"Sister, are you finally going to stay up all night?" -Sister

"It's not even seven o'clock now, why do you think of staying up all night?"

Yotsuba is an idiot who makes no secret of her ambitions and hopes that she will get married as soon as possible so that she can inherit the names of the Miyamizu family and the Mizoguchi family. He is obviously a money-crazed person, yet he seems to care about his own happiness.

In more than a week, before she even went to see Kyousuke, she had tried to drag her to Ruyi's dormitory many times. This idiot didn't even think about what he could do if there were so many vixens there. Maybe she was captured and used as a toy.

"Sister, you have changed. In the past, you would always go home before dark. You also told me that there would be a night walk of hundreds of ghosts in Tokyo at night. A little witch like me who has not practiced at home would be captured and eaten as long as he left home. of."

"??? You made this up yourself!"

The Miyamizu family would never make up stories like this to deceive children, because there are many more horrific stories than this in their teachings.

"I'm going to call Kyosuke-nii and complain!" - Yotsuba

"(picture)"

Sanye sent the photo taken by her friend just now.

"!!! Sister is so cunning! I also want to eat Kyosuke-nii's cooking!"

Then there was an incoming call notification, but Mitsuba Miyamizu hung up decisively.

…

Because he was also hungry, Hojo Kyousuke cooked the food very quickly.

“I didn’t prepare much, just made a few dishes.”

When the last dish was served, Hojo Kyosuke habitually said polite words. He even felt a little nostalgic when he said it. If he was with his beautiful girl, he would definitely say out loud that he had researched it based on someone's taste.

A dish of ginger-roasted pork, fried to a crispy surface and covered with orange-red sauce, shining under the white light. Nanban chicken nuggets, boneless chicken coated in thick egg batter and fried, topped with thick tartar sauce. The steam from the hot chicken nuggets is mixed with the aroma of oil and the sweet and sour flavor of tartar sauce...

"Si Guoyi!"

The low table that had accompanied Hojo Kyousuke and Mitsuha for three whole years could not hold a sumptuous meal, so pork and vegetable soup and the like were placed on the bar beside them.

Although she had raised her expectations repeatedly before, Masaki Xiangori couldn't help but open her mouth wide after seeing this table of delicious, delicious and colorful dishes with her own eyes. But then she immediately closed her mouth because the saliva was about to flow out.

"Then, shall I start?" she asked tentatively.

"Please, you're welcome."

Mitsuha smiled. No one knew how tempting Kyosuke's cooking was better than her. She was witnessing his progress step by step through the leftovers.

Just kidding, during that period when Kyousuke's cooking skills were improving by leaps and bounds, during the few exchanges, the other party would prepare dishes for her in the refrigerator that were suitable for the next day. Without knowing when the exchange would take place, he didn't know how many times this fool had eaten dishes that he had not been able to taste before finally bringing the delicious food to him.

Masaki Xiangori raised her chopsticks but fell into a dilemma. No matter which dish in front of her looked delicious, it was a question of who to eat first. In the end, she decided to take a bite of rice first to appease her stomach that was about to roar.

So, the final choice is, Nanban Chicken Nuggets!

Recalling it carefully, the ingredients I bought before did not contain the mayonnaise needed to make tartar sauce, which means that even the mayonnaise was made by Hojo-san himself. Prepared from basic ingredients, this must be the finale dish carefully prepared by a super chef! Masaki Kaori, who is full of superstition about so-called "craftsmanship", makes a judgment.

Carefully pick up a piece of chicken, which is covered with tartar sauce, and small pieces of egg are mixed in, making the overall shape more unique.

"I'm starting!" She shouted softly, opening her mouth wide and trying to stuff it in.

Chewing with teeth and stirring with tongue, the outside is crispy. With a slight bite, the rich gravy inside immediately explodes in the mouth. It is fresh, tender, sweet and sour, and every taste bud can feel the ultimate deliciousness.

Drool flowed from the corners of his eyes unsatisfactorily.

Does Sanye live this kind of life every day?

Masaki Kaori looked at her friend Mitsuha Miyamizu next to her, and clearly read the word "satisfied" in her eyes.

Damn it!

The thought of finding a chef boyfriend flashed through her mind, and her smart brain realized that even if she found a super chef, she would never be as happy as Sanye.

I want to make money! Let a best-selling novelist write his autobiography, let a great painter paint a portrait of himself, and hire a logistics team composed of chefs from 108 countries!

Masaki Xiangori's thoughts were sublimated at this moment, and she no longer rejected inheriting the family business.

"How's it going? Is Kyosuke's craftsmanship good?" Mitsuha looked at his friend expectantly.

"..." Kaori glanced at her, lowered her head silently, picked up another piece of chicken and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hey? Doesn't it taste good? I also asked Kyosuke to prepare some snacks for you to take back."

"Mitsuha Miyamizu!!"

"Hehehehe~~"

Finally seeing the performance she wanted, the girl laughed happily, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat gracefully and gently and put it into Hojo Kyosuke's bowl, smiling sweetly at him. The latter naturally followed suit and immediately picked up the serving chopsticks to add food to Sanye.

The girl opposite them just eats with her head covered. Now she finally knows why Sanye asked her to take less snacks. After eating this dish, she will no longer be interested in other foods.

With such a lover, even if there is only a big house, you can be happy and full of smiles every day. After all, you can hug each other as long as you roll over.

Hojo Kyousuke's tongue, which was bitten by Mitsuha before, could hardly feel the pain now. He avoided potentially harmful food. He finished his meal quickly and packed up the snacks that the three of them were going to take home.

Yes, three. Masaki Kaori's hometown is in Hyogo Prefecture. The place she rents now is surrounded by girls who have good relationships with her at school and are all Mitsuha's acquaintances, so she needs a lot of snacks. As for Mitsuha, she had just received a message from Mitsuha on her mobile phone. The little girl angrily said that she needed delicious food to calm down her anger.

The remaining person is naturally himself. It is foreseeable that as long as he walks into the living room, he will see Eiri and Kasumigaoka-senpai sitting on two sofas respectively. Not to mention the latter, the former will definitely be furious, like He taught Momotaro who sneaked out to find some unfounded reasons to scold himself.

At this time, the only way to calm down Yinglili is to fill her mouth with food.

…

After finishing the meal, Masaki Kaori came to the banquet with empty hands, carrying a large bag of various peripherals of Hojo Kyosuke's works in her left hand, and a large bag of snacks in her right hand, and said goodbye.

Originally, today's pleasant experience made her want to stay and chat with the two of them for a while, but she knew that if she was really so ignorant, she would be hit by sweetness again, so she might be in bed in the middle of the night tonight. They would wake up shouting "I want to fall in love", and then their minds would be filled with the sight of the two of them standing in the kitchen cooking sweet dishes.

"Thank you for the hospitality." She bowed politely and thanked him.

"It doesn't matter, let Mitsuha take you to play at home next time." Hojo Kyosuke responded with a smile.

"It's not this small house. Kyosuke has another residence. It's the kind of place you want to see surrounded by celebrities." Mitsuha joked.

Hearing this, Masaki Xiangori suddenly felt unable to walk again. The words "Mitsuha, you should be ready for the trial tomorrow" that appeared in her mind before disappeared instantly.

In any case, this light bulb that made Sanye so satisfied finally left.

The earth is still the same earth, there are still the same two people, the lights are still bright white, but the atmosphere has changed instantly. It becomes sticky, ambiguous, and seems to have a sweet taste.

The two of them were standing on the steps of the entrance hall to say goodbye to their friends like a couple, but now Hojo Kyousuke turned around and hugged Mitsuha Miyamizu. Without even looking, he pressed his lips towards the red lips.

Mitsuba's eyes were also looking at Hojo Kyosuke's face without blinking, but he raised his right hand and put his index finger on Kyousuke's lips.

"Dah!"

What's wrong with this guy? He just finished eating and didn't even brush his teeth. How embarrassing!

"I'll wash the dishes, you go take a shower." She quickly assigned tasks.

Someone didn't want to hide his coveting for Sanye's beauty at all. Hearing the words, he muttered a suppressed "hello", fully demonstrating what it means to be depressed.

Seeing Kyosuke's rare childish look, Miyamizu Mitsuha couldn't help but laugh, so she stood on tiptoes and leaned over, kissed him hard on the face, and made a blushing sound:

"Boo~~"

"Good boy, go quickly, you are all smelling of oil smoke." The girl said warmly.

"Um!"

Hojo Kyosuke nodded solemnly, and when he said the word "take a bath", his expectations were skyrocketed as he originally just wanted to taste Mitsuba's lips.

When he came to the closet, he was torn between regular clothes and pajamas for less than 0.1 seconds. He decisively picked up the pajamas. There can be no hesitation at this time.

Looking at Hojo Kyousuke rushing to the bathroom impatiently, Miyamizu Mitsuha shook his head and laughed. He walked to the kitchen, put on gloves, turned on the faucet, and started washing the dishes.

How could she not know what Kyosuke was thinking, but no. Having received Kyousuke's first kiss three years ago, she was already too far ahead of others, and in that matter, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be the first. To be fair, if both of them are each other's first, then she will definitely be happy instantly...

Although she came up with such a self-deceptive proposal, she was not sure whether her thoughts would change after she completely possessed Kyousuke and the two became one, and whether she would use this unique advantage to force Kyousuke and force her to He chooses between himself and others.

Those people were not only the ones Kyousuke liked, they were also his friends. Yukino-sensei, Sakura, Eiriri... they wouldn't be able to survive without Kyosuke. Eiri will definitely cry until she can't breathe, and Yukino will never be able to eat anything tasty again...

Wiping the plate with the cherry blossom pattern with both hands, her mind replayed everything about her and their past. The girl knew that love was a complicated thing, but she never expected it to be so complicated. She knew she had to be selfish when it came to love, but she couldn't do it.

Therefore, such an act of sneaking away always made her feel a despicable feeling of guilt. And since she recovered her memory, one thing has been weighing heavily on her mind. Sakura Yamauchi, Sakura, three years have passed, is she in good health now?

What the other party asked me about that day when I came home also had the answer after I recovered my memory. Just as she had promised Sakura, she did not reveal the conversation between the two to Hojo Kyosuke. However, this matter must be discussed with her.

There was only a glass door in the bathroom, and the sound of water dripping could be heard clearly, and Kyousuke could even be seen inside.

While his hands kept moving, Mitsuha Miyamizu's thoughts had already drifted to the bathroom. Kyosuke's strong and graceful body, naked, came to her mind. The feeling of warm water sliding over the body, the touch of fingers mixed with shower gel rubbing on the muscles, the solid quadrilateral abdominal muscles, as symmetrical as a drawn six-pack, and even the bottom...

Ah~~

The girl could clearly feel the extremely high temperature on her face, and even her body felt extremely hot. Only then did she realize that Kyousuke was not the only one who was anxious. She herself also longed to be held in his arms and lay on that bed together.

Moreover, this idea appeared more than once as early as three years ago. When she was lying alone on the bed in this apartment, seeing his face on her cell phone, she always deceived herself - Kyousuke was there.

It was a really amazing feeling, without the slightest fear, because she knew him so well that it was like her own body. Obviously there was only one person lying on the bed, but you could see another person in the mirror, as if he had been with you all the time.

And now, such an opportunity has finally come.

Mitsuha Miyamizu could not help but feel excited, and the plate in her hand made a squeaking sound.

Kyousuke, he should be looking forward to it too.

At the same time, in the bathroom, Hojo Kyousuke looked down at his brother, silently comforting him in his heart. Even if he repeatedly does psychological work for himself, he still knows that things will not really go in the direction he wants. After all, this is the daily world of love, and perhaps the word "comedy" should be added to it.

If the time comes to really need her brother to take action, then it should become Yinglili's favorite game.

He himself would not allow himself to completely possess Sanye without giving him any guarantee and without any clear knowledge.

He has a dream, to have a big house, where everyone can have their own place to live, and everyone has their own time. No one will fight or fight... Even if they fight and fight, they must coexist peacefully. Even if you have to run back to your parents' home, you must give yourself a chance to redeem yourself.

At present, the progress of his great dream is very touching. But it didn't matter, at least from Sanye, he saw the glimmer of hope.

As long as we can create an absolutely unbreakable bond with everyone, a beautiful world will surely come.