Chapter 69: Daily Life
Miyamoto Tokima decided to buy a set for all eight members of the Teikō Middle School team—including himself—as well as one for each of the two coaches.
The shop assistant’s face froze in shock, her mind screaming nonstop:
I hit the jackpot! I really hit the jackpot!
She immediately pulled out a notebook and asked,
“Sir, could you tell me the sizes?”
Miyamoto Tokima paused. He realized he had never actually asked Daiki Aomine and the others about their measurements.
Just as he was starting to feel troubled, Satsuki Momoi walked out after changing clothes.
“I know them.”
Miyamoto Tokima turned to look at her—and the moment he did, he was completely stunned.
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
He stared at Satsuki Momoi blankly, momentarily lost.
Seeing his reaction, Satsuki Momoi covered her mouth and laughed softly, teasing him,
“Tokima, do I look pretty?”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded stiffly.
“Pretty!”
Satsuki Momoi chuckled.
“Alright, snap out of it.”
Only then did Miyamoto Tokima come back to his senses and really look her over.
“Yeah… you really do look amazing. Just like my girlfriend should.”
Satsuki Momoi lowered her head shyly.
Miyamoto Tokima grinned as he looked at her, finding her more adorable the longer he stared. Quietly, he made up his mind—he would never let her feel sad.
The shop assistant didn’t want to interrupt their sweet moment, but money was money. Gritting her teeth, she asked,
“Um… miss… about the sizes…”
“Oh! Right.” Satsuki Momoi snapped back to attention and calmly listed everyone’s measurements, including the coaches’.
The clerk wrote everything down at lightning speed, not daring to lose focus for even a second—this was a premium customer.
Miyamoto Tokima listened as Satsuki Momoi effortlessly rattled off numbers. Once she finished, he finally asked,
“babe, how do you even know all that…?”
Satsuki Momoi smiled sweetly.
“I’m the team’s consultant. If I don’t even know the basic information about my own players, how could I do my job properly?”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded and gave her a thumbs-up.
“My girlfriend is amazing.”
Hearing the praise, Satsuki Momoi lifted her chin proudly.
“Does it fit?” Miyamoto Tokima asked.
She nodded. “Perfectly.”
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
Miyamoto Tokima smiled softly.
“That’s all that matters.”
He pulled a bank card from his pocket and handed it over.
“Charge it.”
The clerk trembled as she took the card.
“Y-Yes, sir… shall I include the ten suits as well?”
Miyamoto Tokima nodded.
“Of course.”
“R-Right away, sir… please wait a moment…”
As she turned to process the payment, her excitement nearly burst out of her chest.
I struck gold! A massive spender!!!
She inserted the card, entered the amount, then brought the machine back.
“Sir, please enter your PIN.”
After Miyamoto Tokima entered it, the clerk stared at the screen eagerly—then her smile vanished.
Miyamoto Tokima noticed immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
The clerk forced herself to calm down.
“Sir… your card balance is insufficient.”
“That’s impossible.”
Miyamoto Tokima frowned. His father had just given him that card this morning, and based on experience, it should’ve had at least seven figures in yen on it.
He took the card reader, switched to the balance screen, and fell silent when he saw the number.
¥10,000.
Dad only gave me ¥10,000 for my date?!
Miyamoto Tokima silently complained.
...
Meanwhile.
Father Miyamoto was sipping tea and reading the newspaper when he suddenly sneezed.
“Achoo!”
He shook his head and muttered,
“Who’s cursing me? Probably that brat Tokima. He must’ve seen the balance by now—bet he’s shocked out of his mind!”
“Serves him right for making a girl wait so long. I never even made your mom wait like that!”
“Go use your own stash, hahahaha.”
...
Miyamoto Tokima helplessly pulled out another card—his personal savings, one he rarely touched.
It held nearly eight figures in yen.
“Sorry, use this one.”
The clerk accepted it skeptically, inserted it, and said,
“Sir, your PIN.”
After he entered it, the screen flashed Transaction Successful.
The clerk’s enthusiasm instantly reignited.
“Sir, here’s your card. Please leave your contact information—we’ll deliver the suits once they’re finished.”
“And would you like this dress wrapped?”
Miyamoto Tokima turned to Satsuki Momoi. Seeing her nod, he said,
“Yes, wrap it up.”
The clerk nodded and waited while Satsuki Momoi changed back.
The dress was packaged in exquisite wrapping. After leaving his contact details, Miyamoto Tokima and Satsuki Momoi left the store.
“Please come again!”
Once they were gone, the clerk finally let loose, jumping in place.
“Hahaha! I’m rich! I’m rich!!!”
“This single sale covers months of my salary!”
“That girl is so lucky—having a boyfriend like that. Why don’t I have that kind of fate?!”
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Miyamoto Tokima and Satsuki Momoi continued shopping. When they passed a shoe store, Satsuki Momoi dragged him inside no matter what.
“Tokima, we have to go in! I’m buying you basketball shoes!”
Left with no choice, Miyamoto Tokima followed her inside and bought a pair.
After that, they kept shopping for a long, long time, buying all sorts of things. The bags were split evenly between them.
Suddenly, Satsuki Momoi handed all her bags to Miyamoto Tokima.
“Tokima, I’m going to the restroom. Wait for me.”
Miyamoto Tokima took everything with a despairing expression, screaming internally:
Never again! I’m never shopping with a girl again!!!
Author's Note
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