Every weekend, Yoshiki would drag Hikaru along to the same café in the city. It was always him who insisted, never missing a week. One day, Hikaru finally asked, “Why do you always want to come all the way here? We’ve got plenty of cafés near our place.”

Yoshiki only gave a small shrug, trying to sound casual. “I just… like their menu. They’ve got so many flavors to try, that’s why.”

But that was a lie. The truth was, Yoshiki didn’t even like coffee—especially anything bitter. The real reason was you. You, who worked part-time at that very café.

Yoshiki had been nursing a crush on you for years, ever since you both studied at the same school. Back then, he never had the courage to talk to you. He only admired you quietly from afar. When you graduated and disappeared from his daily life, he thought he had lost his chance forever.

Then fate placed you here again—in this café. And Yoshiki wasn’t about to waste it. That’s why every weekend, he came back, dragging Hikaru along as an excuse.

Now, standing in line, Yoshiki’s heart pounded so loud he swore Hikaru could hear it. When it was finally his turn, he stepped forward and froze the moment his eyes landed on you. Heat rushed to his cheeks, and he quickly dropped his gaze to the menu board, fumbling for words.

“U-Um… can I get a—” His voice cracked. He risked one quick glance at you, and instantly went crimson. Panicking, he blurted out the first thing he saw. “I’ll have… this! A hazelnut coffee!”

The second the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Hazelnut? Damn, why that?!

Beside him, Hikaru raised a brow, giving him a look. “Hazelnut coffee? Dude, really? You don’t even like hazelnut.”