"I know! I know! I accept!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha hurriedly covered her already flushed cheeks and gave her answer amid the cheers around them.
"Great!" Sakurakoji Talent pumped his fist in celebration, then stood up as if nothing had happened and said to the onlookers, "Don't misunderstand. This isn't a confession. Go back to whatever you were doing."
Then, without caring about their reactions, he sat back down and took a sip of coffee to wet his throat.
As the commotion around them gradually died down, Kasumigaoka Utaha slowly regained her composure. She cleared her throat, her gaze awkwardly drifting back and forth between Sakurakoji Talent and the empty air beside him.
"Um, Talent-kun, you said you'd be responsible for coming up with the text. Is that really okay? You still have DanMachi to write, don't you? Do you have enough time?"
"It's fine, it's fine. The contents of this story are already deeply imprinted in my stomach. Even if I wanted to forget them, I couldn't." Sakurakoji Talent spoke casually. "It'll be quick to write. I'll be relying on you then, Senpai Utaha."
"I see, I understand." Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded as if she understood, though she could not quite grasp his creative process.
"So how long are you planning to spend making it? One year? Two?"
"Two or three months."
Bang!
Kasumigaoka Utaha's forehead collided with the table again, making a crisp sound.
She raised her head with resentment written all over her face and glared at Sakurakoji Talent. "Talent-kun, are you messing with me? With such a huge amount of text, how could it possibly be finished in two or three months?!"
"Sorry, I didn't explain myself clearly enough." He added, "The overall story is roughly that large, but this time we're only making the prologue, so there isn't