Boyfriend is Atobe-kun

I was woken up by the alarm clock.

Youyou opened her eyes, and above was an unfamiliar ceiling with beautiful patterns.

First reaction: Huh?This is not my home.

Second reaction: Oh, I'm in Atobe's room.

To be precise, it should be on the bed.

I sat up straight, yawned several times in a row, and rubbed my sore eyes.Atobe got out of bed at some point and was writing something on the desk with the lamp on.

Hearing my voice, he stopped the pen in his hand and looked back at me: "It's almost seven o'clock, uncle called just now."

The hair on my whole body stood up immediately, I hurriedly jumped out of the bed, and rushed to him with bare feet, "What did he say?"

Before I left, I left a message to my parents, saying that I would go back soon—go back to hell.

In their eyes, I must have become a child who does not keep promises, and they will definitely not let me out in the future.

"I didn't say anything, my uncle and aunt are just about to go out to eat, let you settle it here." While replying to me, Atobe wrote something on the paper.

"okay."

Hearing this reply, I was relieved a lot. I was just about to go into the bathroom to wash my face, but suddenly felt that my feet were a little cold. I looked down at my bare feet, and then ran back to the bed to look for my shoes.

Atobe, who witnessed the whole process, stared at me with the eyes of a fool, and said, "Koizumi, sometimes I don't know whether to call you stupid or...cute?"

Hearing this, I dissatisfied and said: "Idiot, of course I'm cute. If you dare to call me stupid, I'll bounce back to you."

Atobe: "..."

He didn't move, apparently startled by my rebound attack.

I walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, tied my messy sleeping hair into a low ponytail, turned on the tap and washed my face.

Atobe reached out and handed me a new face towel: "Eating is relatively light tonight. If you want to eat, just tell them."

"Oh, I'm not picky eaters."

Throwing away the facecloth, I leaned over to his seat and took a casual glance at what he was looking at.

Not surprisingly, it is an all-English document from a company in London.

"Is it your company's document?" I looked away and asked.

"Well, try to take a look." Atobe browsed through the pages at a glance, and turned the page, "But the ability is limited, and we have to work hard."

I:"……"

I'm a person who is still struggling with mathematics in the first grade of junior high school, so don't ask more questions.

"Are you bored?" he asked suddenly.

"It's okay." I replied.

Atobe: "Then turn on the TV."

I was surprised: "Won't it disturb you?"

Atobe: "You can disturb me even if you don't watch TV."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"It's almost seven o'clock, and your favorite variety show is about to start." He said, "And your favorite Mr. Takahashi."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of "favorite".

"Where is it, you are my favorite."

I'm like a scumbag, saying that I like Atobe the most, but the act of looking for the remote control betrayed my true inner thoughts.

I found the remote control in threes and fives, and I climbed onto the bed, turned on the TV, and tuned to the variety show channel.

Today's program team invited many well-known voice actors of otome love games. This is the second time for Mr. Takahashi to appear on this program, and it seems that he will become a resident guest.

Compared with the nervousness of the first time, he was much more comfortable this time, and he didn't seem to be shy at all in the scene with several big names in the seiyuu industry.

Loved it.

I focused on the TV screen, completely oblivious to what Atobe was feeding to my mouth, and took a bite.

The upper teeth collided with the lower teeth, making a crisp "cluck" sound, biting a lonely one.

I turned my face resentfully, the instigator was sitting by the bed, holding a matcha-flavored pocky in his right hand, pretending nothing happened.

Childish, trying to get my attention this way.

"It's strange, Master Atobe still eats snacks from common people?" I rolled my eyes, reached out, and took the food bag from his hand.

"Hmph, just occasionally." He gracefully put the pocky in his mouth and chewed.

Seeing this scene, I suddenly remembered the short video I watched on the Internet - the challenge of couples eating a pocky together.

It is said that it can increase the relationship between couples... right?

"Atobe, let's play a game." I changed my prone position to a sitting position like him.

"What game?" He asked casually.

I took out a pocky, "Eat a pocky, whoever bites it first loses."

Atobe swallowed the pocky in his mouth, and frowned slightly: "...where did you see it?"

Me: "Online, let's play."

After speaking, I picked up a pocky and shook his arm, hoping that he would participate.

"It's better not to play this kind of game," he said.

"Huh?" I tilted my head, puzzled.

He pondered for a moment and said, "It's more dangerous."

I:? ? ?

What are the dangers of eating a root pocky?Although I didn't see the end of that video, but if it was really dangerous, how could there be so many couples doing this kind of challenge?

The front end of the pocky is almost melted, I took a bite sullenly, "If it's really dangerous, it will be blocked, what you say doesn't sound reasonable at all."

"My uncle says it's reasonable, so it's reasonable." Atobe acted seriously.

Me: "No, I'm not convinced, unless you try with me, if it's really dangerous, stop."

Atobe: "..."

He sighed.

Is this the first time he has sighed today?I can't remember exactly.

"Are you really going to try it?" Atobe asked.

"Otherwise? Convince me with your own practice."

I put the rest of the pocky in my mouth, leaned close to him, and waited for him to move.

Finally, after some psychological struggle, Atobe chose to bow his head.He approached slowly and lightly bit the other end of the pocky with matcha.

Then, he stopped moving.

No gaming experience at all!

I refused to admit defeat and continued to eat bit by bit until his face was getting closer and closer, so close that there was nowhere to place my eyes.

So close that I don't know whether to look at his lips or his eyes.

An unknown aroma lingered at the tip of his nose, whether it was the aroma of Atobe's pajamas or his own scent... Anyway, it smelled good.

The distance is still decreasing.My heart was beating like a drum, and my breathing was not so smooth, so I could only look away awkwardly.

Is this how the game is played?

At this moment, I seem to understand what the danger Atobe is talking about, but the desire to win is at work-this guy will definitely not let me.He will definitely attack by surprise.That's right, that's it,

I clenched my palms tightly, slowed down, and looked at pocky with only one finger left.

Why hasn't he moved yet?

I looked up, trying to see his expression.

However, at that moment, Atobe touched my forehead and bit off the pocky with a "click".

"My uncle lost." He said.

I was taken aback by his actions, and I froze on the spot, chewing the little half of the pocky.

What?I won?

The Pocky game started out of nowhere, ended up out of nowhere, and I won out of nowhere.

Winning isn't all that convincing either.Atobe is a complete suicide attack.

When I was about to discuss the danger factor of this game with him, there was a knock on the door:

"Master Jingwu, Miss Koizumi, it's time to eat."

I am helpless.

It seems only next time.

It was already past nine o'clock to send Moe Koizumi off.

Atobe Keigo pushed open the door of the bathroom, picked up the towel folded on the bed, wiped wet hair, and walked to the desk.

There are more files.

This time every night is the fixed time for reading books and documents, but today I seem to be unable to calm down and read.

Don't do things that you can't do well.This is the principle he has always believed in.

Keigo Atobe sat down and opened the German book next to the document.

Hmm... I can't stand it either.

The whole room seems to still have the smell of Moe Koizumi.Thinking of her inevitably brought back memories of the afternoon's bed crawl, and...the pocky?game.

She didn't even know about the old-fashioned game.

When the girl looked at him with the pocky in her mouth and opened those innocent eyes, Keigo Atobe was a little shaken.

But reason told him that he should not act rashly, especially on Moe Koizumi.Seeing her getting closer, with slight sweat protruding from the tip of his nose, he immediately noticed her nervousness—a nervousness pretending to be calm.

She must have also realized the danger of this game, but she is also a person who does not like to admit defeat.Therefore, Keigo Atobe chose to lose by himself.

However, Moe Koizumi, who somehow won, was not very happy either. He was still thinking about something at the dinner table, and he was not even interested in eating dessert after dinner.

I guess I haven't had enough yet.

Thinking of this, Keigo Atobe picked up the mobile phone on the table and sent her a message:

[Atobe: Are you home yet? 】

Almost seconds back:

[Xiaomeng: Soon. 】

[Xiaomeng: Also, let me ask you, you have to recruit truthfully. 】

[Atobe: Tell me. 】

Anyway, I will only think about it.

[Xiaomeng: You already know this game, right? 】

[Atobe: Yes. 】

[Xiaomeng: You didn't say it on purpose because you wanted to kiss me, right? 】

Atobe Keigo:? ? ?

[Xiaomeng: But you backed down. 】

[Xiaomeng: Come on next time, Xiaojing. 】

Atobe Keigo:……

When does my uncle need your support?