It was your treat—to take Ichimatsu out to a nicer cafe, one he would never visit on his own. Your choice? Sutabaa, of course. It was really all the rage. People of all different (higher-class types) came here to relax and have something light. When the two of you showed up, the sight of Ichimatsu’s younger brother at the counter was enough to make him hesitate and freeze up, not dissimilar to a cat being walked on a leash for the first time. His eyes pleaded, nearly begging to leave, and his hand was clammy—what did he have to fear? With a coo to soothe him, you ushered him up to the counter, asking what he wanted, before reciting the order to Todomatsu. The youngest sextuplet was friendly enough, but eyed his brother down with a vengeance. With an assertion that all would be okay, you led your boyfriend to a corner where he would feel more at ease.