The café's walls were made of stacked bluestone,
close to the station, the human traffic was considerable, yet it seed as if entering this place could calm one's mind just the sa.
Peaceful, serene.
Haruka Yuzan sat at an outdoor wooden table, shielded from the sun's assault by a huge umbrella above.
The orange juice arrived quickly, and before Misaki Saki appeared, Haruka Yuzan casually sipped on it alone.
With a straw dangling from his mouth, his image as a languid youth caught the eyes of girls around, stirring their hearts.
Haruka had grown accustod to admiring gazes from the crowd,
The weather today was truly splendid, the clear sky dotted with white clouds, a gentle breeze passing through, bringing with it a touch of coolness.
Haruka Yuzan sat on the chair, browsing videos on his phone, occasionally glancing around, trying to spot which one might be Misaki Saki.
Unfortunately, none of the lovely girls around passed the test, and thankfully, none were nad Misaki Saki...
But the quality of the short videos was really high. One beautiful girl after another in miniskirts, shorts, crop tops, showing what should be shown, and what should not....
"Buzz buzz"
Suddenly, the phone vibrated with an incoming ssage, from Misaki Saki.
Haruka Yuzan tapped to open it,
"I'm at the entrance of the café now, which one is you?"
She arrived?
Haruka Yuzan raised an eyebrow and promptly replied,
"My feature is quite distinctive, the most handso guy here is , beyond that, no other rits."[Read]
He was about to stand up and look for soone with luggage,
when a video call ca through.
Haruka Yuzan's fingers glided gently over the screen, a small circle appeared and spun twice, then with a "beep," the call connected.
An overly cute little face instantly filled the screen, her skin peachy, her eyes vibrant, her nose tiny,
As soon as the video connected, the voice of Misaki Saki ca through,
"Could you stop being so narcissistic, that 'most handso guy' stuff, I..."
The voice was youthful and pleasant to the ear, but midway through, it halted abruptly, her eyes staring blankly at the phone screen,
You could even see her tender neck seem to swallow.
"Hello, Misaki," Haruka Yuzan flashed a radiant smile as bright as the sun, then stood up, looking around,
Finally spotting the cute little figure behind him.
Surprisingly adorable. In Haruka Yuzan's subconscious, even if Misaki Saki was a big beauty, she was likely to be the otaku-type, with long black hair, thick glasses, and a mature figure. Unexpectedly,
Misaki Saki was small all over, looking like she might still be in middle school, her petite fra, small face, large eyes, tiny lips.
At first glance, Haruka Yuzan already knew,
simply because she wore that otaku-essential shirt, just like her golden, lightly curled hair, perfectly covering her little bottom, with the hem of her shorts peeking out from under the shirt, teasingly semi-concealed, tempting one to glimpse its true form,
her slim and fair thighs exposed, her youthful and firm calves wrapped in knee-high socks, and on her feet were a pair of white canvas shoes.
Her little face wore a sowhat dazed expression, looking adorably clueless.
[Na: Misaki Saki]
[Upon assessnt, ets tenant criteria.]
Seeing this ssage, Haruka Yuzan's heart surged with joy,
"Misaki?"
"Hm?" Hearing the handso guy standing opposite calling her, Misaki Saki snapped back to reality and hastily responded with a hello.
She suddenly beca very reserved.
Upon seeing this, Haruka Yuzan couldn't help but laugh, thinking to himself that she was bold online, but in person, she was timid.
After hanging up the call on his phone screen, he walked over to the little girl,
"What's up? Why so reserved all of a sudden?"
Haruka Yuzan, very gentlemanly, took her large suitcase and said with a smile,
"This isn't quite like your online style, Yuyiniao, is it?"
That remark made Misaki Saki blush. Nevertheless, she was now of legal loli age and her mindset was naturally different,
"You little rascal, hurry up and call 'big sister'. I am older than you, after all!"
She had been surprised just a mont ago and didn't react right away. Haruka's teasing eased the awkward atmosphere between them.
"All right, let's sit over there for a bit, have so water, and then I'll accompany you to check out the apartnt." Haruka Yuzan said with a laugh,
Since Misaki Saki t the criteria, Haruka was preparing to reveal everything later,
eager to see the expression she would have upon learning that the lousy landlord was actually him.
Watching the tall figure carrying the luggage ahead, Misaki Saki puckered her lips and mumbled softly,
"It's obvious you've tricked plenty of girls."
Sitting across from Haruka Yuzan, she looked up, her eyes fixed on the tall boy, her cute delicate face filled with confusion.
The girl looked at the boy, and the boy, equally puzzled, looked back at her,
"Hello, may I ask what you would like to drink?"
The waiter ca over at just the right mont to ask.
Hearing this, Misaki Saki collapsed into a pile of mush, lounging on the wooden chair and stretching out a finger,
"I'll have the sa orange juice as him, but add super duper many ice cubes."
As she spoke, she fanned her cheeks with her hand, looking like she was about to die,
"Why is Tokyo so hot..."
Her current state, to the eyes of Haruka Yuzan, made Misaki Saki seem like a salted fish baked by the sun, not wanting to move at all.
Indeed, is it that an otaku's youth and vitality can only be found in staying up late and playing video gas?
"Okay, please wait a mont." The waiter glanced once more at the boy's profile before turning to leave.
The orange juice arrived quickly, and Misaki Saki took a deep sip. It was like she received a boost, and she instantly ca to life as if ushered into a second spring.
"Refreshing!"
Misaki Saki showed a very satisfied expression,
"If it were an iced Coke, that would be even better!"
"If you want cola, we can go to a vending machine nearby to buy a bottle later."
Haruka Yuzan said with a smile as he also posed the question he was most concerned about,
"Hey, Misaki, how old exactly are you this year?"
Misaki Saki's appearance really did not look like that of an eighteen-year-old; out and about, everyone would think she was his little sister.
"I am certainly eighteen!" Misaki Saki looked at the boy with a lancholic gaze, "Don't be fooled by my appearance; I'm older than you, a high school kid still in school!"
Eighteen? A legal loli?
Haruka Yuzan suddenly took an interest,
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