Mashiro Rima

Fujasaki Nagihiko entered his office and looked at his sofa the moment he opened the door. It's the same long mane of golden hair and the tiny petite body lying in there wearing only a short party dress and shivering from the cold morning air. There was also the strong lingering scent of beer. He knew her, she's Mashiro Rima. [ Rimahiko :: Oneshot]