*
You were caught up in the "unemployment the moment you graduate" urban legend when you unexpectedly received an offer letter from an elementary school classmate.
"The pay is steady, the benefits are great, and you'll have plenty of free time," she said, studying your expression. "The only drawback... is probably the language barrier."
You hadn't really been listening. You were staring at the plainly printed "Base salary: 2,000,000 yen" on the contract, your hands trembling slightly.
"What have I done to deserve a job like this...?" you murmured.
Your old classmate gave an awkward laugh, looking a little uncomfortable. "Why don't you try it out first?"
"...Just so you know, all your subordinates will be men."
"That's totally fine!"
Since you were getting paid, you got to work. You were diligent in your position, listened carefully to your subordinates' opinions, and made a point of improving employee benefits. You quickly earned the affection of all the staff, and were even voted "The Person Everyone in the Honmaru Most Wants to Date, No. 1"!
...Wait, what?
**
[Important content warnings]
○ The main story is written in second person.
○ All x reader, but it's a secondhand Honmaru.
○ Mostly light, everyday slice-of-life.
○ I was starving, so I got up to cook. Please don't hit me for the out-of-character writing.
Irregular updates on Aifadian. This is self-indulgent writing, corrections welcome.
Theme: There are no difficult jobs, only brave Saniwa
