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The tyran is coming
"I can't believe that I will get to organize two famous authors' personal notes!" Said an overly excited Kajima as he stood by the door to their spare room in the new apartment admiring the piles of boxes and the rows of empty shelves.
"Move, you're in the way," Jun said all but kicking the ecstatic young man who didn't seem to have noticed as he looked around him with stars in his eyes.
Iori and Kimiko sidestepped the dreamy man and got into the room. Not seeming to register Jun's exasperated glares, Kajima took one of the already open boxes and took a notebook out.
"This is the reference for one of JUn-sensei's books. even though I'm your editor I never got to see the prep work you did for your book. Your fans are going to be jealous of me when they hear that I got to organize them with you."
Iori shuffled behind Jun who wasn't paying attention to his editor's gushing, or rather ignoring it.
To think that Kajiima was a fan of Jun's works...
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