Nishinoya X Asahi Novels & Stories

"What you said is also good." "Those are mine." I tell him. He walks off with them anyway. "..." These guys... My eyebrow began to twitch. Those are my favorite. Hagihara seemed to be inspecting the drinks. "An Americano, sweet tea, and orange soda..." "Eh? Is my mango smoothie not there?" I craned my neck. A loud slurping sound could be heard. We look to Akemi-san who slurps obnoxiously loud, almost as if to announce her presence.

Smooth, hand-carved cedar chopsticks and white ceramic rests sat before each setting alongside gold-trimmed lacquered bowls. Almost immediately, two servers in traditional silk kimonos glided silently into the room, sliding back the shoji screen to serve small, elegant porcelain cups of warm Junmai Daiginjo sake, followed by an elaborate spread of first-course otsumami—thinly sliced amberjack sashimi draped over shaved ice, shimmering under sweet soy glaze, alongside tiny mounds of vibrant, hand-grated fresh wasabi root. Honjou-san picked up his delicate sake cup, leaning forward eagerly as he adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses. "We read about your victory in the Meridian case, Sutherland-san.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *