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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IT ISN'T EVERYDAY WE FIND SOMEONE WHO'S WILLING TO BE OUR FRIEND AND ASK FOR NOTHING IN RETURN.
One day, you were strangers, then the next day, they come up to you in a room filled with people who only care about your social status, your money, or who your mother is, and ask for your name.
"Hey there." A brown haired boy with doe-like chocolate colored eyes walked over to her with a warm smile.
The four year old girl who was sat on a purple plastic armchair looked up from what she was doodling. She just blinked at the boy and looked back down on her sketchpad and started doodling again.
The boy sweatdropped at her reaction. He had his hands in his pockets as he prodded again. "What's your name?"
She halted in her doodling and thought about his question. What's my name?
She blinked, a bit taken aback when she realized that the boy didn't know her, much less her name.
Glancing back up at him curiously, she saw him smile.
"I'm Sachiro." He introduced himself, still with a friendly expression on his face.
She took this time to study his appearance. He was wearing a white bubble jacket over a light blue shirt, soft denim shorts, and a pair of white Puma sneakers over light blue iconic socks that had prints of white angel wings on them.
"Ymari." She introduced herself quietly, her eyes trailing down to his socks again as the peculiar prints caught her attention.
"Ano.." She looked up at him and pointed a finger towards his socks. "Tenshi no hana?"
He blinked at her, and looked at his own socks. "Angel wings.. yeah."
The girl hummed, a faint shade of pink tinging her cheeks, "Kawaii."
The boy bit his lower lip, and he couldn't help but smile at the way the girl blushed.
"Do you.." He started, biting the inside of his cheek as he built up the courage to ask. She looked at him expectantly ".. wanna be friends?"
The girl glanced at him, and then looked back at her doodles. She ignored his question and then continued doodling.
The boy sweatdropped at her reaction. It seems she didn't have any intention to reply to him.
