A full-time girlfriend-for-hire job suddenly turns into a reverse harem.
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International basketball prodigy and full-time girlfriend-for-hire Ymari Seinaru's life was going characteristically well until a series of unexpected encounters makes he...
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IF YOU COULD UNDO ONE THING YOU DID IN THE PAST.. what would it be?
Vermillion eyes trailed over a small piece of paper, a bit crinkled from being fold and stuffed inside his wallet multiple times for the past months.
Although the letters were starting to blur out on the receipt, he recalls her order vividly— tamago double mac, nori shake-shake fries, and a large black iced coffee.
Tendo couldn't believe how idiotic he must look like, holding on to something as trivial as an old McDonald's receipt.
He remembers telling her to get used to him paying for their meals, because he would be taking her out often— in the end, it didn't happen.
He had no idea how things between her and Ushijima were going, and he wasn't curious enough to know.
Or maybe he was..
But he was just far too afraid to find out.
Tendo sighed as he picked up a hashbrown from his plate. He'd gone to the nearest McDonald's, the very same one he'd taken Seinaru-chan to a while back, to get himself breakfast.
"Welcome to McDonald's, what can I get you?"
Instinctively, his gaze shifted from the table to the counter.
He blinked.
His heart recognized her before his brain could. Long, black hair, a black drifit shirt, a pair of black running shorts, and iconic red socks with chocolate prints underneath a pair of Nike's.
Standing in front of the cashier was none other than the woman who plagued his thoughts.
"That would be ¥1980."
As she turned around, their eyes met.
Recognition flashed in her eyes, and she raised a hand.
Tendo's throat goes dry as his eyes zero in on the girl who started walking towards him. Everything around them suddenly blurred, and he could see her moving in slow motion. He watches the way her hair swooshes after each step she took.
Her heterochromatic blue and green eyes were as captivating as the first day he met her.
As if on cue, the bridge to Careless Whisper starts playing harmoniously in Tendo's head as his pupils dilate into little hearts.
