Cookie Music
Trapnest's official record label which is also a homage to the magazine that serialized the manga. Unlike Blast, members are assigned more managers who ensure that they meet their appointments and affirm each member's status.
- Mitsuru Narita (成田 充, Narita Mitsuru?)
- Voiced by: Sho Hayami
- The head of Cookie Music, Narita is flamboyant, but reasonably talented with music. He works frequently with Takumi when it comes to Trapnest's music and marketing strategies.
- Hideki Kasai (笠井秀樹, Kasai Hideki?)
- Trapnest's director. He is easily moved by tales of romanticism and love. Though he is supposed to direct during recordings, he usually sets appointments or sends requests to the president of the company, leaving all artistic direction in Takumi's hands.
- Kinoshita (木下, Kinoshita?)
- One of Trapnest's assistants. Occasionally, he will check on Ren and take him to recordings. He loves the quality of Ren's cars.
- Mari (マリ, Mari?)
- Voiced by: Megumi Toyoguchi
- Reira's personal assistant and manager. She is intelligent and has experience as a student at a law university.
- Takeda (竹田, Takeda?)
- Assistant in charge of Trapnest's publicity. Out of the assistants mentioned so far, he is the one that Takumi trusts the most. Members of the band often address him as "Take-chan".
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