Original Author: ひのはら (Hinohara)
Date Submitted to Kakuyomu: 2021/09/13
Aira stops in front of a towering apartment building.
For Aira, who lives in a detached house, apartment buildings are a subject she's unfamiliar with.
Is this newly built or do they just take cleaning very seriously?
As she walks down the entrance lobby with her suitcase rattling, she doesn't encounter a single piece of trash.
The map app stopped guiding her once she got here, so surely this must be the right place, but...
"Are you kidding me...?"
This place is way too big and there's no way a newly graduated 23-year-old can pay the rent here.
This seems to be a highly-secured building with an auto lock, so she presses Ema's room number to get her to open the door to the main lobby.
"Yes?"
"This is Hoshimiya Aira..."
"I'll open the door now. Please wait for me on the sofa in the lobby."
The door opens to reveal a lobby that looks like a high-class hotel.
There's a concierge on duty. The sofas and tables are in the corner.
She feels a bit out of place as she sits down on the sofa.
Despite the bustle of the city, the only things visible looking out the window are beautiful flowers and abundant greenery.
Her family isn't poor but can't be called wealthy either, so Aira can't settle down in this situation.
Aira waits quietly, meek as a lamb, when a door in the opposite direction of the entrance opens.
"Thank you for waiting."
Even though she is just wearing a casual T-shirt and shorts, Ichijou Ema's looks are still as impressive as ever.
She has blonde hair and pretty brown eyes, even though she doesn't wear colored contacts.
Even a girl like Aira can tell that this 23-year-old has a beautiful face.
The innocence of a high schooler Aira remembers from their last meeting has disappeared and she has grown into an adult woman.
"You've grown bigger, haven't you?"
"Well... I was still in elementary school the last time you saw me."
"Anyways, let's go to my apartment."
Ema holds a card up to the sensor next to the door and the black door slowly opens.
Once Aira goes through it, she sees three elevators. Ema once again holds up her card to the sensor next to the elevators.
"You can't ride the elevators without a key card."
"Isn't that overdoing it for security...?"
"That's pretty normal. Come on, get in."
Once Aira is in the elevator, Ema holds up her card once again before pressing the floor to her apartment.
"I live on the 24th floor. The elevator won't let you get off on any other floors except the one you live on."
To demonstrate, Ema presses the button to another floor but it doesn't light up like the one for the 24th floor.
"...Isn't this place expensive?"
"No more than the other places near this station."
"What do you do for a living?"
The elevator arrives at their designated floor and the door opens. The sight Aira sees after exiting the elevator makes this place seem even more like a fancy hotel.
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There is not a single window in the corridor but the dim lights create a certain calm atmosphere.
The floor is carpeted and Aira's suitcase feels a bit heavier than before.
Holding her card up once again, the door to Ema's apartment opens.
"Right now... I'm something of a NEET."
"NEET...?"
While saying, "Excuse me for intruding," Aira steps into the apartment.
The place isn't shockingly big, but there's plenty of space for someone to live by themselves.
The living room is as big as the one in Aira's house and there seem to be a couple more rooms.
There's luggage scattered about everywhere, but once that's all been cleaned up, there should be a lot more space.
"You don't have a job?"
"That's not quite what I meant but... it's not a typical full-time job or anything like that."
"Hm...?"
"Well, take a seat over there for now."
Ema points to a sofa, but Aira is a little bothered by all the laundry scattered over it.
There are cans of alcohol scattered on the table and the room is somewhat dusty.
The air feels heavy like it hasn't been properly ventilated.
"Has this place ever been cleaned...?"
"Uh... last month, I think."
"You haven't cleaned this place for a month!? I can't believe it..."
"Since it's such a pain to do. Just set that aside for now. Come on, let's set some ground rules for living together."
They'll each take care of their own laundry and meals.
They won't interfere too much in each other's private lives.
Since the two of them aren't that close, the living arrangements are quite reserved.
"Is it okay for me to do the cleaning?"
"Of course. In fact, I'm thankful you're willing to do that... ah, but don't go in there."
She points to a room to the right of the living room.
Aira doesn't care enough to ask why she isn't allowed to go in there.
"I understand..."
"You'll have to promise me that. Oh, and also, there will be nights when I tell you to be quiet. Don't make too much noise when that happens."
Aira tilts her head in confusion at this strange rule.
She can understand if Ema asked her to be quiet every night, but Ema only wants her to be quiet on certain nights.
"..."
Suddenly, a certain possibility comes to mind.
A reason why she can live in such a high-class apartment even though she's a NEET with no full-time job.
Maybe she does work that she doesn't wish to tell others.
Something like working in the sex industry or having a sugar daddy.
With her beautiful looks, it wouldn't be too strange for her to be able to leverage them into a way to make a living.
However, Aira pretends to not notice.
It seems better not to ask about that unless Ema chooses to disclose that herself.
"...I understand. I'll be in your care for the next 3 months."
"Let's get along. Here's your key card."
Aira puts the black key card she got into her pocket and gets up from the sofa.
Taking a sideward glance at the laundry that she isn't sure has been washed yet, Aira couldn't just set it aside after all.
"Can I clean this place?"
"Sure, but..."
"Do you have a vacuum cleaner?"
"Ah! There should be one over..."
The vacuum cleaner Ema takes out of the closet is the latest model from a well-known manufacturer.
"That's a pretty expensive one."
"Is it? I got it as a gift so..."
Did whoever gave Ema such an expensive gift do so for wholesome reasons?
Since she's such a beautiful woman, Aira wouldn't be too surprised if people support her financially to get into her good graces.
Without digging deeper into the topic, Aira quickly opens the windows to let some fresh air in.
After a cursory vacuuming, she gathers the cans of beer scattered on the table into a bag.
Ema observes her with a look of curiosity from the laundry-filled sofa.
"Aira, are you good at housework?"
"That shouldn't be something worth mentioning. Being able to do housework should be a basic skill."
"That's not a very cute answer."
Aira ignores those words she has already heard many times before and grabs the laundry on the sofa.
"...Well, I'm not cute."
She has been told many times that her personality isn't cute.
Unlike her looks.
Many people have talked behind her back about how they didn't expect Aira to be so headstrong.
After throwing the laundry into the drum-type washing machine, she presses the button to start it up.
Satisfied with how much cleaner the apartment is compared to before, she closes the window she opened earlier.
"Hm...?"
Besides the living room, there are two rooms, one of them is the one Ema told her is off-limits, so she didn't enter it.
The other room is a bedroom. She also went into the walk-in closet to clean it, but there was a certain item she didn't find while she was cleaning.
"...Um... I didn't see any futons for visitors, so where am I supposed to sleep...?"
"Isn't it fine if we just sleep in the same bed?"
Ema said that like it was the most obvious thing, but Aira shakes her head hard.
Seeing this, Ema frowns.
"No way."
"Huh...?"
"I'm fine sleeping on the sofa. I just cleaned it up earlier."
"...What are you getting all self-conscious over?"
Ema takes out a cigarette and uses a lighter to light it up. It looks like she's gone through with that motion many times.
After inhaling lightly, she lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I have no interest in brats."
Ema still looks beautiful even with a cigarette in her left hand as she sits on the sofa.
Ignoring the demeaning words, Aira thinks about that image.
The last time Aira saw her, Ema was still a high schooler and never smoked.
In this apartment located in this prime location of Tokyo, this Ema who smokes cigarettes languidly looks more and more like a stranger.
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Translator's Notes: To be more specific, what Aira thinks Ema is doing is "papakatsu", which is basically having a sugar daddy who gives her gifts in exchange for her company.
Original Author: ひのはら (Hinohara)
Date Submitted to Kakuyomu: 2021/09/13
Aira stops in front of a towering apartment building.
For Aira, who lives in a detached house, apartment buildings are a subject she's unfamiliar with.
Is this newly built or do they just take cleaning very seriously?
As she walks down the entrance lobby with her suitcase rattling, she doesn't encounter a single piece of trash.
The map app stopped guiding her once she got here, so surely this must be the right place, but...
"Are you kidding me...?"
This place is way too big and there's no way a newly graduated 23-year-old can pay the rent here.
This seems to be a highly-secured building with an auto lock, so she presses Ema's room number to get her to open the door to the main lobby.
"Yes?"
"This is Hoshimiya Aira..."
"I'll open the door now. Please wait for me on the sofa in the lobby."
The door opens to reveal a lobby that looks like a high-class hotel.
There's a concierge on duty. The sofas and tables are in the corner.
She feels a bit out of place as she sits down on the sofa.
Despite the bustle of the city, the only things visible looking out the window are beautiful flowers and abundant greenery.
Her family isn't poor but can't be called wealthy either, so Aira can't settle down in this situation.
Aira waits quietly, meek as a lamb, when a door in the opposite direction of the entrance opens.
"Thank you for waiting."
Even though she is just wearing a casual T-shirt and shorts, Ichijou Ema's looks are still as impressive as ever.
She has blonde hair and pretty brown eyes, even though she doesn't wear colored contacts.
Even a girl like Aira can tell that this 23-year-old has a beautiful face.
The innocence of a high schooler Aira remembers from their last meeting has disappeared and she has grown into an adult woman.
"You've grown bigger, haven't you?"
"Well... I was still in elementary school the last time you saw me."
"Anyways, let's go to my apartment."
Ema holds a card up to the sensor next to the door and the black door slowly opens.
Once Aira goes through it, she sees three elevators. Ema once again holds up her card to the sensor next to the elevators.
"You can't ride the elevators without a key card."
"Isn't that overdoing it for security...?"
"That's pretty normal. Come on, get in."
Once Aira is in the elevator, Ema holds up her card once again before pressing the floor to her apartment.
"I live on the 24th floor. The elevator won't let you get off on any other floors except the one you live on."
To demonstrate, Ema presses the button to another floor but it doesn't light up like the one for the 24th floor.
"...Isn't this place expensive?"
"No more than the other places near this station."
"What do you do for a living?"
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There is not a single window in the corridor but the dim lights create a certain calm atmosphere.
The floor is carpeted and Aira's suitcase feels a bit heavier than before.
Holding her card up once again, the door to Ema's apartment opens.
"Right now... I'm something of a NEET."
"NEET...?"
While saying, "Excuse me for intruding," Aira steps into the apartment.
The place isn't shockingly big, but there's plenty of space for someone to live by themselves.
The living room is as big as the one in Aira's house and there seem to be a couple more rooms.
There's luggage scattered about everywhere, but once that's all been cleaned up, there should be a lot more space.
"You don't have a job?"
"That's not quite what I meant but... it's not a typical full-time job or anything like that."
"Hm...?"
"Well, take a seat over there for now."
Ema points to a sofa, but Aira is a little bothered by all the laundry scattered over it.
There are cans of alcohol scattered on the table and the room is somewhat dusty.
The air feels heavy like it hasn't been properly ventilated.
"Has this place ever been cleaned...?"
"Uh... last month, I think."
"You haven't cleaned this place for a month!? I can't believe it..."
"Since it's such a pain to do. Just set that aside for now. Come on, let's set some ground rules for living together."
They'll each take care of their own laundry and meals.
They won't interfere too much in each other's private lives.
Since the two of them aren't that close, the living arrangements are quite reserved.
"Is it okay for me to do the cleaning?"
"Of course. In fact, I'm thankful you're willing to do that... ah, but don't go in there."
She points to a room to the right of the living room.
Aira doesn't care enough to ask why she isn't allowed to go in there.
"I understand..."
"You'll have to promise me that. Oh, and also, there will be nights when I tell you to be quiet. Don't make too much noise when that happens."
Aira tilts her head in confusion at this strange rule.
She can understand if Ema asked her to be quiet every night, but Ema only wants her to be quiet on certain nights.
"..."
Suddenly, a certain possibility comes to mind.
A reason why she can live in such a high-class apartment even though she's a NEET with no full-time job.
Maybe she does work that she doesn't wish to tell others.
Something like working in the sex industry or having a sugar daddy.
With her beautiful looks, it wouldn't be too strange for her to be able to leverage them into a way to make a living.
However, Aira pretends to not notice.
It seems better not to ask about that unless Ema chooses to disclose that herself.
"...I understand. I'll be in your care for the next 3 months."
"Let's get along. Here's your key card."
Aira puts the black key card she got into her pocket and gets up from the sofa.
Taking a sideward glance at the laundry that she isn't sure has been washed yet, Aira couldn't just set it aside after all.
"Can I clean this place?"
"Sure, but..."
"Do you have a vacuum cleaner?"
"Ah! There should be one over..."
The vacuum cleaner Ema takes out of the closet is the latest model from a well-known manufacturer.
"That's a pretty expensive one."
"Is it? I got it as a gift so..."
Did whoever gave Ema such an expensive gift do so for wholesome reasons?
Since she's such a beautiful woman, Aira wouldn't be too surprised if people support her financially to get into her good graces.
Without digging deeper into the topic, Aira quickly opens the windows to let some fresh air in.
After a cursory vacuuming, she gathers the cans of beer scattered on the table into a bag.
Ema observes her with a look of curiosity from the laundry-filled sofa.
"Aira, are you good at housework?"
"That shouldn't be something worth mentioning. Being able to do housework should be a basic skill."
"That's not a very cute answer."
Aira ignores those words she has already heard many times before and grabs the laundry on the sofa.
"...Well, I'm not cute."
She has been told many times that her personality isn't cute.
Unlike her looks.
Many people have talked behind her back about how they didn't expect Aira to be so headstrong.
After throwing the laundry into the drum-type washing machine, she presses the button to start it up.
Satisfied with how much cleaner the apartment is compared to before, she closes the window she opened earlier.
"Hm...?"
Besides the living room, there are two rooms, one of them is the one Ema told her is off-limits, so she didn't enter it.
The other room is a bedroom. She also went into the walk-in closet to clean it, but there was a certain item she didn't find while she was cleaning.
"...Um... I didn't see any futons for visitors, so where am I supposed to sleep...?"
"Isn't it fine if we just sleep in the same bed?"
Ema said that like it was the most obvious thing, but Aira shakes her head hard.
Seeing this, Ema frowns.
"No way."
"Huh...?"
"I'm fine sleeping on the sofa. I just cleaned it up earlier."
"...What are you getting all self-conscious over?"
Ema takes out a cigarette and uses a lighter to light it up. It looks like she's gone through with that motion many times.
After inhaling lightly, she lets out an exasperated sigh.
"I have no interest in brats."
Ema still looks beautiful even with a cigarette in her left hand as she sits on the sofa.
Ignoring the demeaning words, Aira thinks about that image.
The last time Aira saw her, Ema was still a high schooler and never smoked.
In this apartment located in this prime location of Tokyo, this Ema who smokes cigarettes languidly looks more and more like a stranger.
========================
Translator's Notes: To be more specific, what Aira thinks Ema is doing is "papakatsu", which is basically having a sugar daddy who gives her gifts in exchange for her company.
