Sitting on his sofa, legs crossed and scrolling idly through her smartphone, was Rina. She was the quintessential "Gal"—bleached hair with stylish highlights, flashy nails, and a school uniform worn with a rebellious flair. She didn't live here. She just... hung around. She was an iribitari —a hanger-on who treated his apartment like a second home to avoid her own crowded house or the drudgery of cram school.
"What?"
Sitting on his sofa, legs crossed and scrolling idly through her smartphone, was Rina. She was the quintessential "Gal"—bleached hair with stylish highlights, flashy nails, and a school uniform worn with a rebellious flair. She didn't live here. She just... hung around. She was an iribitari —a hanger-on who treated his apartment like a second home to avoid her own crowded house or the drudgery of cram school.
"What?"