The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 5Volume 1 .3 - You Want to Make Me Eat a Lot, Right?
ROUND 5 – You Want to Make Me Eat a Lot, Right? 3
It’s 9:30 PM.
The sun has completely set, and the entire apartment building is enveloped in silence.
I’ve been preparing dinner for my neighbor for the past few days.
At first, it was just about making the meal, but gradually, we started sharing the mealtime itself.
Today, I’ve been eagerly waiting for hours for my neighbor to come home so we can have dinner together.
It seems my life has completely started to revolve around her.
——I couldn’t wait to see Yuzuki.
Just as I thought something like that, the doorbell rang.
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For her to come directly to my place—she’s become quite straightforward.
Of course, that couldn’t be the case.
But at that moment, my spirits were lifted by the anticipation of the person I was waiting for, and combined with my hunger, my actions became impulsive.
Without checking the monitor, I unlocked the front door and opened it.
Through the gap in the door, I could see something silver glinting.
At that moment, Mikami-sensei’s words flashed through my mind.
──Be very careful on your way home at night. And make sure to lock your house properly.
Ah, this is bad.
I was leaning forward, and now it’s too late to pull back the door handle.
Even if I wanted to call for help, the idol in room 810 isn’t home, and the couple in room 808 said this morning in the elevator that they were leaving for a two-night, three-day trip to a hot spring in Izu today.
I’m stuck.
At the very least, I must burn the perpetrator’s characteristics into my memory.
If I survive and can testify, that would be the best outcome, but even if I end up decaying here alone, I’ll leave a dying message in blood.
The hair is a bright brown, semi-long. In both ears, she had emerald-colored earrings.
She’s wearing a high school uniform. A blouse on top, with a bright red tie on her chest, and a simple black skirt on the bottom.
The skirt is shortened to the limit, and her thighs are exposed between it and the black knee-high socks.
On her shoulder is a Boston-type school bag. Dangling from the zipper is a silver accessory shaped like an ‘R’.
Was this the object that was flickering through the gap in the door?
By the way, isn’t this accessory the same one I gave to a friend when I was in elementary school?
“Yo, Suzu. I came to visit you!”
The person who appeared with a cheerful smile that seemed to clear the darkness of the night was someone I knew very well.
“…Rika, don’t scare me like that.”
“Aren’t you a bit low on energy? Your dear childhood friend came all the way to celebrate your move~”
Kishibe Rika. A senior at Orikita High School and my former neighbor.
The Mamori family lived in a different apartment building before moving into the ‘Orikita Residence.’
Next to that building was a single-family home where the Kishibe family, also a family of three, lived.
Being close in age, Rika and I have had family ties since we were young.
Eyes that looked strong-willed, a beauty mark under her right eye, false eyelashes that curled back like ski jumps, a beautifully shaped nose, and pink lips.
Perhaps because I hadn’t seen her face since the move, I even felt a sense of nostalgia for her features, which oozed with a strong personality.
“Are you impressed? Your favorite Rika Onee-san came by for a surprise visit.”
“I’m surprised. I mean, how did you get past the entrance?”
“Huh? I just asked your mom for the code. After my shift, I was like, ‘I wanna go to Suzu’s place!’ and shouted it in the back room, so she told me.”
That’s my mother’s low sense of security for you.
Rika works as a hall staff part-timer at our family’s izakaya, ‘Aien Kien (合園奇宴)’.
It seems she’s been on the schedule almost daily recently due to the busy season of new beginnings.
Rika proudly held up a paper bag from the department store basement.
“This is the pudding Suzu has been wanting to try for a while. It’s late, but consider it a housewarming gift.”
“Wow, seriously? Thank you.”
Rika has always remembered even the smallest things I’ve said or done.
She’s really good at being considerate.
“And this here is the limited-edition seasoning that Suzu wanted. These are cookies I received as a gift, and over here is a shirt, socks, and underwear that I thought would suit Suzu…”
“No-no, that’s way too much!”
Her thoughtfulness is excessive, to the point where it feels less like she’s an old friend and more like a mother who’s come from the countryside to check on her son.
“…Well, anyway, come on in.”
“Yay! I’m coming in!”
Taking off her loafers, Rika walked down the hallway with a light step, and I followed her with mixed feelings.
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