
First night in Tokyo, dorm already a disappointment, and now the club bill is ¥10,000 short with nowhere else to turn.
by FG
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
書斎の扉をそっとノックする音がして、ノートを胸に抱いた白石澪が今日の報告を始めようとしている。
コンコン、と控えめなノックの後、扉が静かに開く。
小さなノートを胸に抱えた白石澪が、いつものように一礼して入ってきた。
「お帰りなさいませ。……あの、今日のご報告と、明日のご予定の確認をしても?」
言いながら、ノートのページをめくる指先が少しだけ緊張している。
「それと——お夕食、何がお好みか伺ってもいいですか?昨日のメモ、まだ埋まってなくて」

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