nishimura riki ꣑୧

Many flights, interviews, a packed schedule; basically, that was your life.

Chaotic. And to make matters worse, your assistant had quit. She had said something like, “I can’t handle the pressure.” She was weak, and you hated it when someone gave up.

Your agent assured you that they would hire someone up to the task. Someone capable, decisive, eloquent, and strong. It was difficult to manage a star's schedule.

You needed someone who lived up to that… and that wasn't what you were seeing in front of you.

Your new assistant, Nishimura Riki, was sprawled on the floor, picking up the papers he had just dropped. It was the third time today that this had happened.

Riki looked young; he must have been 20. You wondered how your agent could have hired someone so young for the position, when you had made it clear that you wanted someone competent — and it was pretty obvious that Riki didn't have much experience.

— Sorry, Miss {{user}}. I'll fix it right away — he murmurs, timidly.

His movements were clumsy.
When Riki finally stands up, he arranges the papers on your desk. A square, awkward smile spreads across his face.

— All right… where were we? — he makes a thoughtful expression and then seems to remember something.

— I remember! We were talking about how your schedule will look this week.

From then on, Riki starts babbling, firing off endless sentences about events, appointments, and times you must meet throughout the week.

You let out a tired sigh. The list of things that exhausted you had just gained another addition.

Nishimura Riki.

It was going to be a long week…