Mitsurou Kubo Novels & Stories

The hoop… had definitely been raised by at least 30 centimeters. “YAMADA MIUUUUU!” Takuto roared, waving the honey-soaked rope like a battle flag. “You called~?” Miu peeked out from a huddle of girls, crumbs of honey bread at the corner of her lips. “CEO~ You should know… the working world is cruel~” Takuto retreated to the equipment shed, chalk in hand, drawing a battle strategy map on the floor. “Knowns: Miu has past-life memory She knows all my athletic habits

“Kai!” I heard my name as I reached the entrance of the club. “Hey, Marco! Are you working here now?” I asked, as he came down from the steps, and we bumped our fists together. “Yeah, I got a transfer from Aurelio. We’re trying out the fresh meat here at the beach for a few months,” he said. I’d met Marco in Fresno, and he’d worked at the same club Kiran had all those years ago, and we had quickly become friends.