I Am Not a Sis-Con! ~ All the People Around Me Call Me One, but Isn’t It Just Because My Sister Is T

I suggested the person who illustrated Mahogaku as the illustrator for my novel’s cover.

 

“I think it’s a good idea. If the same person illustrates it, there will be plenty of buzz.”

 

Asagiri-san was surprisingly enthusiastic.

 

“Are you sure you can do it?”

 

“To be honest, I’m not sure, but I’ll ask Sasai-san.”

 

“Please.”

 

The person who did the cover illustration for Mahogaku was Himuro-sensei, a popular illustrator. He was probably busy because he was the original designer of the Mahogaku character, which was now being broadcast as an anime.

 

“I’ll tell him that Himuro-sensei from Mahogaku is your first choice.”

 

“Thank you very much.”

 

If Himuro-sensei was the illustrator, it would be very good. I hoped in my heart that Himuro-sensei would take the commission for me.

 

Asagiri asked me, “And you’re going to do the title of the cover yourself, right?”

 

“Is that okay?”

 

“Yes, since you’re also doing the title for Mahogaku, let’s go with that here too.”

 

“All right. I’ll go ahead with that, too.”

 

I never thought that I would be the one doing the title for my own book. This made me happy. I added the title of my own romantic comedy to my list of things to do.

 

“I’m almost done with the manuscript. I’ll send you an email with any minor corrections.” (Asagiri-san)

 

“All right.” (Haruki)

 

Asagiri-san took a sip of her tea.

 

“The next step is the title. I’ve thought about it too, but let’s go with this one.”

 

Asagiri-san then showed me the screen of her tablet.

 

 

That was what the screen showed.

 

“Oh, that’s nice. I like this title.”

 

“Do you like it too, Tojo-sensei?”

 

“Yes, I think it’s good.”

 

I agreed with Asagiri-san’s suggestion.

 

“So let’s call it a day, shall we?”

 

“Yes, thank you.”

 

Then I sipped my coffee.

 

“I’m the one who should be thanking you. I didn’t expect you to finish the manuscript so quickly.”

 

“Haha~, I was writing without much sleep.”

 

I said with a wry smile.

 

“I’m sorry for making you work so hard. My apologies.”

 

“It’s okay. I had a lot of fun writing it.”

 

To be honest, I enjoyed writing romantic comedies.

 

I wonder if it was the feeling of putting everyday life into writing. It was a lot of fun.

 

“I’m glad to hear you say so. It won’t be too much work from here on, so get some rest.”

 

“Okay.”

 

I guess the publisher didn’t want me to fall ill now.

 

“Well, I guess that’s it for today. Thank you for your hard work.”

 

“Yes, thank you for your hard work.”

 

After saying that, we left the coffee shop. I walked Asagiri-san to the station.

 

“I’m sorry you had to walk all this way.”

 

“It’s okay. I’m close to home. Have a safe trip.”

 

“Yes, you take care too.”

 

After seeing Asagiri-san off, I walked towards home too. I had a feeling that Sara was missing me right now.

 

‘I’ve finished my meeting, so I’m coming home now.’

 

So I sent Sara a message. Then it was immediately read and an “OK” stamp/emoji was sent to me. I put my phone away in my pocket and walked home.

 

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“I’m home.”

 

When I got home, I could smell something good.

 

“Welcome home.”

 

Then Sara in her apron greeted me.

 

“Oh, you’ve been cooking dinner for me?”

 

“Yes, Nii-San has been looking tired lately, so I made curry for you!”

 

Indeed, the scent of curry in the air floated all the way to the door.

 

“Thank you.”

 

I gently patted Sara’s head.

 

“Fufufu, it’s almost ready, just wait and see!”

 

After saying that, Sara went back towards the kitchen. Speaking of which, it was already evening. I was starting to get hungry.

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“So, I’ll take your word for it and wait for you.”

 

I sat down on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV.

 

Then I played the latest episode of Mahogaku from my recorded programs.

 

“It’s ready!”

 

I must have watched half-way through. Sara poured me a bowl of curry and brought it to me.

 

“It’s your Imouto’s special curry! Enjoy It!”

 

“Oh, that looks good. I’ll have some.”

 

I took a mouthful of the curry that Sara had made for me.