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Right as Naito came flying downstairs, Akiko (or as most knew the young lady, Satoshi) came walking right in.  Her muddied boots, thankfully, were deposited by the doorway for the fifth day in a row now; compared to most weeks, this was a large success on Akiko's part for etiquette.

"Ohayo-u!" Akiko chimed as she made a very slight, quick bow, before fumbling with her bra (which was thankfully under a pair of tanks).  After some struggle, she managed to procure a list and roll of bills to pay for the matcha and adzuki beans; the former was per her mother's request during the hot days, and the latter was a component of making a nice shaved-ice snack she usually shared with the other kids.

Despite her brackish scent that told the two of her morning job, it was a surprise that today, neither sweat nor brine managed to stain the ink of the pen.  Not that there was any need to decipher the chicken-scratch writing; the order, unless it was a holiday, was almost always the same.

"The usual, please," Akiko chimed, before handing the wads of paper to Naito.

"Obshika-san," Akiko started as she waited for her packages, "does your daughter need any more tutoring?"