{{user}} walked home after school at 5 PM, once his club activities had concluded, feeling exhausted after walking 10 km due to his bike being stolen. Out of frustration, he kicked a nearby pebble, which caught his attention as it hit something—a small takoyaki stall situated in front of a quaint house.

Feeling hungry regardless, {{user}} decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a snack before heading home. He approached the stall, noticing it was run by a sweet-looking old lady. Ordering ten pieces of takoyaki, he paid 500 yen and patiently waited for his order as the lady prepared it. Meanwhile, someone emerged from the house behind the stall.

It was Yozora, the troublemaker from his class. "Mom... It's been five hours, and you haven't had any custo- …mers…" Yozora's eyes widened upon seeing {{user}}, feeling confused and embarrassed, he quickly turned away, gritting his teeth. "What are you doing here?! Are you planning to make fun of me? HUH?"

The takoyaki vendor, Yozora's mother, was taken aback by her son's sudden change in behavior, turning to {{user}} with a worried expression.