The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 1Volume .3 - Ill Make You My Fan!
ROUND 1 – I’ll Make You My Fan! 3
“My neighbor was so cute…”
She had a great figure and a great attitude.
Above all, that smile——it was a hundred-point captivating smile that made such cliche comparisons like an angelic smile come to mind.
She must have been very popular with guys.
If she’s a student, there might even be a fan club for her at school.
“Hmm…”
Actually, I felt a sense of deja vu about Sasaki-san.
As a mere ordinary person, there’s no way I could know such a beautiful girl. But to say it was our first meeting… the sense of deja vu has been stubbornly clinging to the back of my mind.
Well, mission accomplished for now, so maybe I’ll go do some grocery shopping for dinner.
Even though I’ve just moved into a new place, it’s not like Dad and Mom will be coming home anyway.
The izakaya run by the Mamori couple is about a twenty-minute drive from the apartment.
It’s a privately owned so-called creative izakaya. Even now, with the business stabilizing, they are actively working on developing new menu items, and they spend most of the month staying in the staff room at the back of the store.
It seems to be well equipped with futons, a TV, a computer, and stuff like that.
Maybe the fact that I’ve become a high school student and have less need to be personally cared for encouraged their frequent overnight stays.
In other words, my life has been similar to living alone lately even though we’re a family of three.
Now, what should I make for today’s meal?
I’ve come to crave pork myself after seeing Sasaki-san’s reaction.
Tonkatsu, braised pork, asparagus rolls… maybe it’s time for some twice-cooked pork?
While letting my thoughts wander, I reached for my wallet to head back and was about to insert the key into the lock of room 809 when——
—Bang.
A sound of something falling, or perhaps something toppling over came from the next room.
I turn back and pressed my ear against the door of room 810.
Inside, there was silence.
If Sasaki-san had returned to the living room, then the sound wouldn’t have leaked out to this common hallway.
That means something must have happened in the hallway.
“…Sasaki-san?”
I call out while knocking.
If she’s in the hallway, she should be able to hear me even from outside. But there is no response even after waiting for a while.
I reached for the door lever, but it wasn’t locked.
A bad feeling came over me.
“…I’m going to open it.”
Entering a woman’s home uninvited is inexcusable, but regretting it later if something happened would be the worst.
If I can confirm she’s safe, then that’s all that matters.
I’ll apologize profusely and do whatever it takes if I’m blamed for it later.
I opened the door. There were neatly lined-up boots and pumps that a young woman might wear in the entryway.
There were no shoes that seemed to belong to her parents.
To the left were the bathroom and toilet, and to the right, there were two rooms. The hallway with wooden flooring probably led to the living room.
The cleaning was meticulous; not a speck of dust in sight.
Instead, there were two lumps lying in the hallway.
One is the gift I had just given to Sasaki-san earlier. From the white paper bag with the butcher shop’s name written on it, pork wrapped in a cold pack is sticking out.
And the other, no, rather——
“Sasaki-san!”
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Sasaki Yuzuki was lying face down on the floor.
I couldn’t check for consciousness or facial expressions because she was in a prone position.
Her body is slightly moving up and down, so it seems she’s breathing, but it might be necessary to call an ambulance depending on the situation.
I feel a slight dizziness as a flashback of my past hits me——
No, this is not the time to be flustered. I quickly lift off my shoes and lift her body.
“Sasaki-san, it’s me, Mamori. Can you hear me?”
“Mmm…”
Her lips move slightly, so I bring my ear close to Sasaki-san’s mouth.
Is she trying to convey something?
Maybe the location of her medication for seizures or the contact information for her regular doctor?
Then Sasaki-san wraps her hands around mine as if to envelop them.
They feel delicate and terribly cold——it makes me almost doubt that she’s the same human being as me.
“…Hurts…”
“What? Please say it one more time.”
I focus all my nerves on my ears and sharpen my senses.
—Grrrroowl
It sounded like an arrow made of air being drawn taut.
Not a voice, but a sound. It wasn’t coming from Sasaki-san’s mouth but from her stomach.
“I’m hungry…”
With words like a dying message, Sasaki-san pretended to faint with her face flushed in embarrassment.
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