Sogo Doma didn't care what anyone else thought. He'd stepped down as club president, escaped the club's blazing pit of trouble, and even laid the groundwork for some future entertainment. Before he knew it, a wonderful day had passed...
Everyday life was always peaceful and tranquil. Time crept forward quietly amid that calm, and in the blink of an eye, the day arrived when Sogo Doma had promised to take Mashiro to meet her editor.
"Honestly, Mashiro, I don't recommend submitting your work just yet. You're still missing a little logical coherence. Even if you meet with the editor..." Sogo Doma, who had planned to stay home and play games with Imouto, was desperately trying to save himself.
"Sougo, my sister said she has something to do today, so she won't be home until later..." said Mashiro, whose instincts were unusually sharp in certain areas.
Sogo Doma: "..."
He felt a little guilty.
"Mashiro, I just want you to take things step by step. You already have the drawing skills. What you're lacking now is the ability to tell a story..."
As he accompanied Mashiro to the place they'd agreed to meet, Sogo Doma kept rambling. It was easier to shake off his guilt that way. Maybe if he talked enough, he'd even convince himself?
Perhaps to show how much she valued and cared for Mashiro, the editor had arranged to meet her not far from Doma Residence. They didn't wander for long before reaching the agreed-upon spot—a rather nice-looking family restaurant.
In a country that placed great importance on punctuality, Ayano Iida, the editor, had already arrived and was waiting outside. As soon as she saw Mashiro, she waved and called out to her.
"Mashiro, over here."
"Ayano..." Mashiro replied when she saw someone she knew.
"Who's this?" Ayano