"But what are you doing in my room?" Riki asked.
Sneaking off to do naughty things wasn't allowed, you know.
Toyokawa Sakiko's face lit up with excitement. "Riki, listen! The band's been making progress lately. I found a company willing to sponsor us—the music company behind Uika. If we can get their sponsorship, we might be able to skip straight to debuting!"
Riki was delighted. "That's great news! Let's celebrate!"
"No need." Toyokawa Sakiko watched Riki's happy expression, looking a little pleased with herself, but still waved him off. "We're not well-off yet, so we should spend our money on things we need. We can celebrate together once we have more money. I want to eat something nice with you, too."
Is that really what you should be thinking about?
Right now, your priority should be stuffing yourself full and making sure you live a happy life, got it?
And as for eating with me, don't we do that every day?
"Oh, right. I haven't told you what I was doing earlier," Toyokawa Sakiko said. "There's too much clutter in my room, so I couldn't stretch properly. I came to yours to do some warm-up exercises. I want to go for a run later and work out. Live performances take a lot of stamina, so I need to make sure I keep in shape."
True, especially for someone like Sakiko-bao, who played heavy metal.
The kind of hard rock that was a little dark and intense.
"Speaking of which, have you figured out the band's worldbuilding?" Riki asked.
Toyokawa Sakiko's cheeks immediately turned red. She glared at Riki and said, "Are you going to ask if I came up with Mujica's whole concept during the thirty minutes before bed every night?"
"...Didn't you?"
I'd noticed your light staying on for