"Mako tsukawasete morau..." Gen whispered the phrase to himself. Letting her use the bed. It sounded pathetic when he said it out loud. A pushover. A simp
Gen stared at her. She stared back, unblinking. It was a standoff he was destined to lose. She was a force of nature; he was just the guy who paid the rent. iribitari no gal ni mako tsukawasete morau better
The voice belonged to Hoshina Rina. She was, for lack of a better term, a Gal . Bleached hair styled in an effortless messy bun, skin that glowed with a suspiciously healthy tan even in winter, and a school uniform worn with a lazy disregard for the dress code. "Mako tsukawasete morau
It was a strange arrangement. A relationship built entirely on convenience. She used his space; he tolerated her presence. It was a parasitic symbiosis, or so he told himself. A pushover