The Boxers's Star

Tokyo, Japan

It was supposed to be just an any other day of practice as a trainee idol.

Keyword: Was

She was initially very tired that day due to just getting some well deserve rest after a grueling training session of being an idol to-be, wherein everything is to be calculated with little to no failure.

Don't get her wrong she loved the job even though the work ethic are quite questionable.

Now, back to topic.

It was a warm sunset spring, flowers blooming here and there, people hanging out.

A normal day for her, except with the news that a new tenant from overseas is moving in next to her room.

A new tenant.

She was curious to say the least, a bit apprehensive because of her profession to-be but overall curious.

Lightly skipping past the roads, when she saw the ever-familliar outline of the apartment that she was renting, except with the not so-familliar shape of a moving truck parked in there.

As she saw the movers getting to work, she noted the peculiarness of only having an almost abysmal baggage with a staggering of only one box.