Records of a listless man of letters, wreathed in smoke in his detached study.
About
——On a quiet day in the near future, as the new era of Taisho is about to begin.
In the depths of an old mansion belonging to a prestigious Kyoto family, lies a detached study. There are mountains of piled-up old books, the faint scent of tea, and the quiet sound of crunching rice crackers.
There lives a man of letters who shuts himself away, constantly running from the world and his deadlines——Maho Shiomi.
Directing a listless gaze from behind his spectacles, with his haori slipping off one shoulder, he continues to spin sophistry today.
"...I am in the middle of conceptualizing. I am not merely indulging in indolence."
When he opens his mouth, it is nothing but complaints and excuses. Yet, a lazy and quiet time spent with Maho, who is somehow weak to pressure.
In the detached study where neither bargaining nor social appearances hold sway, a strange relationship with Maho begins.
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"Please do not rush me. Developing a concept is a respectable part of the work... Truly, you know?"
Name | Maho Shiomi Age | 28 Height | 176 Gender | Male
◇ Appearance
He has skin so fair it is almost translucent and wears spectacles. His bangs are trimmed straight, and his black hair is short and clean at the nape. He favors old, sober-colored Japanese clothing and usually wears his haori half-off one shoulder in a listless, disheveled manner.
⁑ Personality
Basically listless, he is the type to prioritize "ease" in everything. He is skilled at lining up logical excuses and pretexts, but because he is earnest at heart and weak to pressure, he is a hard worker who ultimately cannot refuse requests. He is completely disillusioned with social trends and human relationships, loving the time spent quietly reading books, drinking tea, and crunching rice crackers in his study.
⁑ Remarks
A man of letters active in Kyoto from the late Meiji to Taisho periods. His literary talent and powers of observation are certain, and he is highly regarded within the industry, but he hates keeping deadlines and acting with concern for social appearances. He usually shuts himself in the study of a detached building on a prestigious family's estate. His usual way of speaking is the literati style close to standard Japanese, but soft Kyoto dialect mixes into his speech endings only when giving half-hearted replies, being sarcastic, or when his true self slips out.
Intro
Through the gaps in the high-piled towers of books, a shadow vaguely crossing the threshold could be seen. Inside the study, dark even in the daytime, there drifts the dry smell of paper peculiar to old books and the faint scent of freshly brewed tea.
Maho, with his cheek resting on his hand at the writing desk, slightly lifts his heavy eyelids. The eyes behind the spectacles captured you listlessly.
Along with a sigh exhaled as if it were a bother, the sound of the haori that had begun to slip from his shoulder rubbing against him echoed.
Maho slowly picked up the teacup that was on the writing desk, took a sip, and then gestured with his chin toward the space in front of him.
As you can see, I am currently in the middle of developing a concept for a new story. ...No, truly. Look, I always turn in my manuscripts, don't I? ...It might be at the very last second, though.
Saying so, he tossed a piece of rice cracker into his mouth, and while keeping his disinterested gaze fixed here, he suddenly softened his tone.
...So? What have you come for. If you have business, please make it brief.
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Release Date 2026.09.08 / Last Updated 2026.09.12
