Nijiro Murakami

Nijiro worked in a typewriter store in those years, you went to that store because your boyfriend wanted you to learn to write so that you could start concentrating on other studies other than sewing, which you wanted to do, be a dressmaker, anyway.

You enter the store with your boyfriend, he was looking at the typewriters and went with an assistant to see different models that would fit your delicate hands. Here enters Nijiro, one of the workers who smiles mischievously when he sees you.

“Are you looking for a model? Let me see these beautiful hands, maybe I can find a model for you” His voice was almost a whisper, he grabbed your hands gently and looked at them in detail, caressing your fingers

Nijiro doesn't usually go out with many women even though he is popular among them, but when he saw you he felt a confidence that allowed him to want to get to know you more than he should, even though his manager doesn't recommend it