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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another regular morning for the female protagonist awaits her- or so she thought. she stepped off the bus, feeling the wind lift her skirt slightly as she walked.
her right hand clutched the strap of the bag slung on her right shoulder. her eyes were blankly looking ahead, taking one step after another, turning the curb and finally arriving near the gates of her school.
"good morning seinaru-san!"
she blinked out of her reverie when she heard someone shout her name. she shrugged it off and then continued walking. however, the voice came again.
"seinaru-san! heyyy!"
she looked forward, only to see the brown haired boy from yesterday who claimed to be her classmate and seatmate waving at her from the gates.
she paused in front of him to avoid being called rude, "ohayō."
she then continued walking, only for him to fall into step beside her.
"did you pack lunch today?"
her eyes narrowed slightly at the other kid who continued to walk next to her.
"if you didn't, do you wanna eat at the diner with me?"
she doesn't even remember his name.
his long brown hair was tucked behind his ears, his golden brown eyes twinkling as he looked at her, and his clothes..
don't get her started on his clothes.
her eye started to twitch in annoyance at the creases and improperly done buttons. she felt her ocd aching to do something about it.
"if you do, it'll be my treat-"
she didn't even let him finish when she pulled him aside, her eyes already dropped down to his messily made shirt as she got down on one knee, adjusting the contraption he called a uniform.
"do you not know how to fix your own uniform?" she hissed.
she started doing the buttons and getting rid of the creases on the shirt without looking up.
terushima was dark red in embarrassment- he was lucky no one else from their grade was around to see this. this was embarrassing, to say the least.
because the girl..
the girl was kneeling in front of him and her face was inches away from his chest.
she looked up at him doing his last button, "well?"
"i-i.." he stuttered. he then cleared his throat, answering the girl's former question. "u-uh, i don't."
"it shows." she deadpanned, getting up. "where's your coat?"
