After punching the middle-aged, balding man who’d been stalking me after we met at a singles mixer and sending him flying, I turned around and ran straight into one of my company’s biggest clients, worth several billion.
A police officer was standing beside him. It looked like he’d witnessed the entire assault, and without a word, he pulled out his baton and came at me.
Me: ...
Anyway, don’t panic! First, let’s find a time machine!
I wanted to run, but since I’d been caught red-handed, I ended up at the police station with the client who handled several billion in business. He was an eyewitness, and I was the suspect accused of assault.
It was Chuuya Nakahara’s first time being invited for a cup of tea at the police station. He never imagined he’d end up there one day because of a moment of righteous indignation. “How many times do I have to say it? That man attacked me first... What’s your name?”
Me: “...Chidori Sawako.”
My name is Chidori Sawako. I’m 25 years old, and I’m an administrative scrivener. My ex-boyfriend was named Kiritani... Who knows what his name was? Anyway, he was a cheating scumbag with no name and only thirty seconds of screen time.
That was all made up.
I just didn’t want this client, who handles billions in business, to hold a grudge against me. Whew, that’s how scheming us corporate drones have to be these days.
A long Chuuya-centric romance. I might be too busy to start posting it, so I’m saving it for now.
The heroine is Koga Madoka from A Midnight Guide to Love's Eccentrics.
The heroine is 24, and Chuuya is 22. It’s an older-woman-younger-man romance, so proceed with caution if that’s not your thing.
Also known as: “I’m a Dazai fan, so why did I start writing a long Chuuya story first?” and “A Dazai Fan’s Disgrace.”
Theme: Love isn’t an experiment, and there’s no experimental evidence
