I became a girl group idol for my sister.

As Miyamoto listened to these words, he said yes while complaining, "Actually, when I told her what to pay attention to when she rests today, Fuyuka-chan said I was like a mother, even though I'm still very young!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"You've been called an old woman!"

"Did Nana-chan tell Fuyu-chan a bunch of things she needs to be careful about? Like, don't catch a cold, remember to take your medicine, and how to sleep properly, etc."

"Yes, I did say something similar..."

"She really does act like an old woman!"

"Yeah, isn't this going too far? It's like taking care of a child!"

Miyamoto rolled her eyes inwardly; wasn't she just taking care of a child?

How old is Nanase Touka? She's definitely still a child!

However, he was still satisfied with the reaction at the scene. It was clear that everyone was not disgusted by Nanase Touka's absence, but rather worried about her health. He believed that Nanase Touka would be much more at ease knowing this, because it was all out of goodwill.

It is believed that this kindness will continue to empower her to stand on the stage in the future, allowing her to step down from the stage sooner when she achieves her goals.

After finishing the performance and leaving the theater, Miyamoto took a stroll in the supermarket, bought some ingredients for cooking that evening, and then returned to SKG House with ease.

She tried to move as quietly as possible when she entered the room. When she opened the door, sure enough, Nanase Touka was lying on the bed with her eyes closed and breathing softly, clearly already asleep.

The cup on the table was empty, and the medicine box next to it had obviously been opened, indicating that she had indeed taken her medicine before going to bed.

After checking the time, Miyamoto put his things aside and headed towards the washroom.

It was still quite early, and Nanase Touka was still asleep. He was quite sweaty from the performance, so after a moment's thought, he decided to take a shower first to wash off the sweat before cooking.

Chapter Fifty-Three: Movie Premiere

In a daze, Nanase Touka opened her eyes. The lights in the room had been turned on, but it was the light facing the kitchen that was on, which gave the sleeping area some light, though it wasn't too glaring.

The faint sound of running water came from the bathroom; someone was taking a shower inside.

The senior is back?

Nanase Touka was puzzled for a moment, but her mind, which was not yet fully clear, got the answer.

The senior is back. Looks like he's taking a shower.

A tingling sensation came from her lower abdomen, making Nanase Touka realize why she had woken up. She stood up groggily and walked towards the bathroom.

It seems that the water I drank during my sleep had an effect at this time.

She opened the bathroom door and saw a smooth surface.

"His!"

The curtain in front of them was pulled shut the next instant, and a slightly flustered voice came from behind.

"You...you're awake?"

"I was woken up by the urge to pee..." Nanase Touka recalled what she had just seen with some confusion. She looked around and saw a strange thing placed to the side.

Is this a breast prosthesis?

She looked down at her own chest, which was quite small, and then at the prosthetic breast, a look of confusion on her face.

Is this a prosthetic breast from a senior?

So that's how it is.

A look of pity appeared on Nanase Touka's face.

……

Miyamoto never expected that Nanase Touka would wake up and even walk into the bathroom. The reason she woke up was because he had given her water during the day.

This is completely digging a hole for themselves!

Oh right, I need breast prostheses!

Miyamoto's eyes widened suddenly. Even though she had quickly pulled the curtain shut, her prosthetic breasts were still outside, right on top of her change of clothes!

Should we be thankful that it's just a breast prosthesis?

No, I still need to find a way to explain, but how? She must have seen my phone messages, and combined with what she saw about the prosthetic breast, she should be able to guess the truth, right?

Miyamoto's mind raced, and he mechanically performed the act of washing himself.

Just then, he heard Nanase Touka's voice coming from outside.

"Don't worry, senior, I won't tell anyone that your breasts are small, or almost nonexistent!"

Miyamoto almost couldn't catch his breath.

What on earth are you thinking about?!

"Although I'm sure there are people who like very small breasts, it's definitely not good to have them completely hidden." Nanase Touka's voice came again: "But senpai, I heard that eating papaya and drinking milk can also increase breast size, you can try it."

"I...I'll try..." Miyamoto Sei tried hard to suppress the urge to complain, but still said in a low voice, "I'll make dinner after I take a shower. You've just woken up, so don't go back to sleep."

"Ok!"

A moment later, the sound of hands being washed could be heard outside, and soon after, the sound of the door closing came through, and Miyamoto finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know why the other party thought of that, at least it passed the test...

……

Nanase Touka returned to her room, wearing a loose T-shirt, leaning back in her chair watching TV, while the scene from earlier flashed through her mind. Her little brain was working, then stopped at a certain point.

My senior's chest is so small, she looks like an elementary school student.

I've heard of the term "flat-chested," and I guess someone like you would be considered flat-chested.

No wonder the senior doesn't want to take a bath with others. If someone saw this, the senior would definitely be very sad. She is so beautiful, but her chest is not as good as others.

But even seniors have flaws. I feel that seniors are more approachable because of this. Is this what they mean by being too perfect and therefore unreal?

After thinking about it for a moment, Nanase Touka quickly put it out of her mind and stared intently at the Taiga drama playing on TV.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and Miyamoto Sei came out. He was already dressed and fully armed. His expression showed no sign of embarrassment. Instead, he went to the kitchen and quickly began preparing the ingredients.

"We're having hot pot today!"

"hot pot?!"

"Yes, hot pot, but without chili peppers. Today it's tomato soup hot pot." Miyamoto nodded. "It should be called sour soup hot pot. It goes quite well with rice."

While they were talking, they had already prepared all the tomatoes, and then they started preparing other ingredients, such as beef and potatoes.

Meanwhile, Miyamoto was also secretly observing Nanase Touka's expression. Only after seeing that she did not have any unusual reaction did he breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems the other person really believes they are flat-chested, and it's fortunate that they do, otherwise we would have to consider how to get them to keep this secret.

In the worst-case scenario, we'll have to contact Tenberisa and ask her to come up with a solution.

At least for now, the situation is pretty good, and there's no need to explain things like his dislike of showering with other people anymore.

But as expected, living with someone is dangerous, really dangerous. I've been hiding it for so long, and it's about to be exposed after just a few days of living together...

Being someone like Mizuho Miyanokoji isn't so easy...

No, they're completely different. That was a teen romance comedy, while I'm striving for my dream of becoming an idol!

These two things cannot be discussed together; they are simply not compatible!

Silently thinking, Miyamoto quickly prepared today's dinner, placed the induction cooker on the table, and then put a pot full of ingredients on it. The two finally sat down at the table.

Nanase Touka glanced at Miyamoto Sei's chest and said with some doubt, "Senpai, I've already noticed. You don't need to bring it at home, right?"

“I’m used to it…” Miyamoto Sei said softly, taking a sip of soup from his bowl.

"But won't this be very uncomfortable?"

"Just in case, and besides, what if someone comes?" Miyamoto continued, "Of course I have to maintain my image as an idol..."

This is absolutely not a lie, Miyamoto swears. He has always worked hard to maintain his image as an idol and dares not slack off in the slightest.

"You're really hardworking, senpai..." Nanase Touka muttered, then laughed, "But hardworking senpai are really attractive!"

“But as for Fuyu and Natsu, I think you should just be yourself. A persona can be something you create, or it can be your true self. I think your true self is very attractive,” Miyamoto said. “Being your true self means you don’t have to maintain a persona all the time, which makes things much easier.”

"Senior, are you very tired?" Nanase Touka asked in a low voice.

Miyamoto was silent for a moment, thinking carefully about how he had become an idol and how he was now. Finally, he nodded and said, "It's tiring, but not because of my persona. I haven't really worked on creating a persona for myself. It's the training that's tiring, but it's also very enjoyable. When I'm on stage, I feel like all the training is worth it."

At this point, he looked at Nanase Touka: "Actually, you must have had this feeling too, right?"

Nanase Touka also fell silent. She recalled the feeling when she stepped onto the stage, the feeling when she was singing, dancing, and hearing the cheers of the audience. It was a strange feeling, as if some kind of power was surging out from her bones and flowing into her whole body. She nodded vigorously.

"Ok!"

"So you'd better do your best on stage tomorrow!"

"I will, Nana-senpai!"

Looking at the girl nodding happily and resolutely, Miyamoto suddenly remembered something.