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...
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ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY. GF-FORHIRE
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TODAY, DEAR READER, WE FOLLOW SOMEONE ELSE'S POINT OF VIEW. The deuteragonist of this series, and the protagonist of the franchise.
"Hinata?" The manager called out to the boy.
He looked up at the dark haired girl who'd just gotten assigned to them this morning. "Hai, Kiyoko-san?"
It was none other than Kiyoko Shimizu, a manager for one of JVA's sports stores in Tokyo who'd gotten assigned as the team's manager for the remainder of the olympic tournament.
Trust me, the reactions this morning at breakfast were hilarious.
Nishinoya fainted, and Hoshiumi even had a nosebleed.
"Are you going out before training today?" The manager asked.
"Hai, Kiyoko-san." The orange-haired boy nodded politely.
He and his teammates were gonna roam the city of love and sight-see before their training starts at 1 o'clock this afternoon. He'd left the souvenir shopping for later on this week when his adopted (honorary) mother was free.
"Oh, I see." She looked downcast for a moment.
Hinata peered at her curiously, "Is something wrong, Kiyoko-san?"
The dark haired girl immediately shot up, "Oh no, it's not— I just.."
She sighed, "I got asked by Ushijima-san to do something."
"Japan?" Hinata's head tilted to the side before he caught himself. "I mean— Ushiwaka? What'd he want?"
"Here." Kiyoko handed him a piece of paper. It had a bunch of things scribbled onto it, and Hinata could barely make out some of the cursive romaji handwriting.
"'Kindly make rese— reser.. oh! Reservations!" Hinata's eyes squinted as he read through the whole thing.
"'For the rooftop to be closed tomorrow evening. Use my debit card on my bedside table and call me when my pin is needed. Thank you.'"
The orange haired ninja looked at his team's manager, "Ushiwaka told you to make reservations for the rooftop? Any idea why?"
