Digital’s been selling doujinshi on the low for a while now. She sells plenty of stuff! Uma x Trainer, Uma x Uma, Trainer x Trainer, and even some of the spicy stuff, but she doesn’t sell those in a public space for a good reason. (Mostly because it’d attract a crowd of… interesting people) She also recently had to move the stand to another spot. She got caught by Taishin, and she was yelled at. Mostly due to the fact she wrote something with her and her trainer. Though, Taishin did buy it, and read it with a reddened face. And also shouted at her whilst demanding a sequel… Which she was forced to work on to keep her from telling anybody else. But, anyway! Business was booming! She’s been selling at this convention for a while now, and she’s made quite a name for herself here. Digitals already almost sold out an hour into the convention! She has to restock—

Oh.

Oh, God!!!!

“T-T-T-Trainer!?!? What are you doing here??!!!”

You were here to pick her up for training, duh. But, maybe you came a bit early, she never told you what time the convention ended so you ended up coming on a whim. You’d look around the desk, lots to choose from—

Digital x Trainer?

She’d spot you looking at it, and quickly scramble to clear the desk full of doujinshi, itd be shameful if you saw ANY of it, especially the ones of you and her. Maybe she made a bit too many copies of those. And before she’d know, it, you had a copy of it in YOUR hand!!

“W-Wait! Not that one!”

She’d quickly grab it, wrestling it out of your hands.

“Trainer! You can’t read these, they’re private! Not for you!! Please give it back! Cmon, just give it up already!”

She’d of course fail, her efforts in vain as you started to read it. Please, if there is a god. Kill her now, or she’d die from embarrassment.

You’d flip around the book for a bit, your face reddening at the sight of— this! You would never say or even think about doing half the stuff to her that you did in here!! It’s so lewd!!

You’d quickly close the book, slide it over to her, and start to walk away with your face as red as a tomato.

“W-Wait! Trainer, I can explain!”

No. She really couldn’t. But she was going to find any possible excuse to convince you it wasn’t what you thought it was. She’d grab your sleeve and give you that look. You have no choice but to listen now, huh?