Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week
Chapter 46 Ayatsuki Ayaka Continues to Work Hard_1

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 Ayatsuki Ayaka Continues to Work Hard_1

Ayatsuki Ayaka’s good mood had completely vanished. She curled up little by little, just like she had been scared while watching a horror movie as a child.

In her mind, she recalled the scenes of meeting Aozawa: dating, holding hands, and riding the carousel, roller coasters, and the Ferris wheel.

The feeling that holding hands brought wasn’t enough to make Ayatsuki Ayaka truly fall for him.

The key was the claw machines.

In the eyes of adults, such things were trivial.

In Ayatsuki Ayaka’s eyes, it was a grand feat.

Winning a toy with each token was what she had fantasized about, yet Aozawa had made it a reality, spreading a dreamlike sensation in her mind.

At that moment, she felt like a princess in a fairy tale who had met her Prince Charming.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Slowly, Ayatsuki Ayaka held her chest and took a deep breath, comforting herself that it didn’t matter.

She and Aozawa hadn’t officially announced they were lovers; they had simply hung out together.

Aozawa could hang out with her, and he could also hang out with other girls.

Ayatsuki Ayaka took a breath and switched the chat box to Aozawa, sending a probing message, "Aozawa, do you want to go out and hang out again next time you’re free? I’ll treat."

The latter part she added just in time, lest the invitation lose its effect.

"Of course, no problem."

With that response, Ayatsuki Ayaka’s lips curled up slightly, and she muttered, "Playboy."

"HEHE."

She couldn’t help but laugh a little. Did this mean she still had a good chance?

Thinking about this, Ayatsuki Ayaka turned over and continued typing, "Okay, I’ll let you know when I’m free."

Her index finger tapped send, then switched over to Saeko’s interface, saying with full confidence, "It doesn’t matter. Aozawa and I aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. He does his thing, and I’ll do mine."

The delayed reply made Takahashi Saeko want to scoff. This was far from ’it doesn’t matter.’

She gestured to a passing man, "Mister, I need a cigarette, please."

The man was about to get angry, but when he turned and saw the hot girl in flashy attire, his irritation grew. Yet, he still swiftly pulled out a cigarette and handed her one.

Her bright red lips clamped onto it, and the man helped light it.

Takahashi Saeko took a puff and exhaled towards the man’s face, smiling, "Thanks~"

This secondhand smoke made the man wish he could inhale every bit, not leaving a trace to dissipate in the air.

With the cigarette dangling from her mouth, Takahashi Saeko began to form thoughts in her mind. Without piercing through Ayatsuki Ayaka’s pretense, she typed, "Iroha, are you free tonight?"

"I’m going to shoot a short video later."

The frequency of the replies was back to instantaneous.

Takahashi Saeko was slightly relieved, yet unsure how to handle the situation before her.

Dealing with friends was much more complicated than dealing with men.

The truth was, she initially just meant to tease Ayatsuki Ayaka, to see her get deflated.

She knew Ayatsuki Ayaka wasn’t at that level, but she didn’t expect this ship to be doomed the moment it set sail.

How pure-hearted must one be to fall for Aozawa after just one date?

"Okay, then I’ll invite Maru and Kaoru to hang out tonight."

"OK."

Seeing the panda’s OK gesture, Takahashi Saeko really wanted to reach through the phone screen, grab Ayatsuki Ayaka’s shoulders, and shake the love-struck nonsense out of her.

She exhaled a ring of smoke in frustration, messaging Tama Chan and Miyahara Kaoru to explain the current situation.

「...」

"Maru, where do you want to go next?"

"Hmm~"

The girl with tea-colored, shoulder-length wavy hair pouted her lips, pondering where to go have fun next.

Her phone in her bag suddenly rang.

"Sorry, please wait a moment."

She unzipped her bag and glanced at Saeko’s message, her brow furrowing as she said, "Darling, I have an emergency. I can’t stay and hang out with you anymore."

"Maru."

"Forgive me, Yamada~"

She tiptoed, kissed the man on the lips, and then turned to leave.

The man stood still, asking, "Who’s Yamada?"

Tama Chan didn’t respond. She could always find an infatuated boyfriend; she had been immersed in all kinds of romances since junior high.

Her heart yearned for love, never growing tired of it, yet she also craved friendship.

It’s just that she got along very well with the opposite sex but had terrible luck with girls.

She thought high school would be the same as before, solitary, but that smiling face had changed everything.

This was the first time Tama Chan had gained friendship.

As much as she enjoyed teasing, she didn’t want to see Iroha’s smile turn into a tearful face.

「Ayase Apartment, 602.」

After Aozawa sent a message back to Ayatsuki Ayaka saying, "I’m ready anytime," he stepped out of the elevator, reached for the doorknob, and called out, "Chitose, I’m back."

"Dinner isn’t ready yet."

A sultry voice floated from behind the kitchen counter where Morimoto Chiyoda, her long hair tied back into a ponytail to make cooking easier, was preparing dinner.

A snow-white apron was draped over her.

Her sleeves were rolled up, exposing her soft, lotus-root-like white arms.

Aozawa closed the door behind him and took a seat on a high stool at the counter. "We’re not ordering takeout tonight?"

"No, I spent a fortune on two Kobe beef steaks."

"Seared."

"And well-done," Morimoto Chiyoda interjected, shooting him a look. "Don’t give the chef orders. Just sit there quietly and wait for your food."

Morimoto Chiyoda knew Aozawa’s dietary preferences even better than he did himself.

He never ate undercooked food, wouldn’t casually drink tap water, and insisted on chilled boiled water, among other things.

Aozawa obediently sat, propping his cheek with his hand, watching Morimoto Chiyoda busy herself in the kitchen.

The air gradually filled with the aroma of frying steak.

He took a deep breath and, rubbing his stomach, said, "Chitose, I’m hungry."

"Just bear with it."

Morimoto Chiyoda replied, flipping the Kobe beef steaks to cook them thoroughly before transferring them to a nearby plate already lined with washed lettuce.

She turned to place the plate in front of Aozawa, along with a fruit platter she had prepared earlier, consisting of pitaya, honeydew melon, snow pear, and apple.

All were neatly cut and peeled, showcasing her excellent service.

"Not bad. We are quite satisfied."

THUMP.

Morimoto Chiyoda lightly chopped his head with the side of her hand, saying irritably, "You little brat, if you get cocky again, don’t blame me for dealing with you."

"Understood, Lady Chitose."

Aozawa hastily corrected himself, which amused Morimoto Chiyoda. He really was an endearing little pest.

She turned, untied her apron, and brought over her own portion.

Aozawa cut the steak into pieces with a knife and fork, wrapped a piece in lettuce, and took a bite. The lettuce made a crisp sound; the steak was tender, and the sauce was rich and fragrant.

He then picked up a piece of pitaya with a toothpick and popped it into his mouth, a look of enjoyment spreading across his face. "Chitose, your cooking has improved again."

"Give me five hundred words of praise."

"Impossible."

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at him, smiling. "And what if I could give you five hundred words of praise, huh?"

Aozawa fell silent. She’s a Tokyo University graduate, after all. Darn it. He chewed vigorously on the steak, imagining it was Morimoto Chiyoda.

THUMP.

Morimoto Chiyoda flicked Aozawa’s forehead, annoyed. "Don’t eat your steak like it’s ice cream."

"Okay."

Aozawa quickly swallowed the steak and started to eat rapidly, preparing for his night run later.