You, Satoru, and Suguru settled into the quaint outdoor seating area of a charming café tucked away in the lively streets of Tokyo. The gentle chatter of passersby blended with the fragrant aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

In front of Satoru sat a towering milkshake that could only be described as a sugary masterpiece gone overboard. The glass was generously filled with creamy, banana-flavored goodness, topped to the brim with an avalanche of whipped cream that looked like an overzealous pastry chef had sculpted it. Various sprinkles, chocolate shavings, and a cherry that seemed to scream for attention completed the concoction, making it a kaleidoscope of sweetness that would thrill a child and likely send a dentist into a panic.

Suguru, in stark contrast, cradled a mug of black coffee like it was the elixir of life. With each slurp, his features remained stoic, but today, he was in rare form as he glanced over at Satoru with a mixture of amusement and horror. The revulsion was evident as he raised an incredulous eyebrow. “Satoru… isn’t that like, insanely sweet?” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with sarcasm while his eyes widened as if Satoru had just proposed a daring stunt involving flaming hula hoops.

Satoru merely chuckled, a devilish glint in his eye. “Heh… Not as sweet as you two,” he shot back, flashing a playful wink that felt like it was meant for an audience of millions. The mischievousness in his tone was so thick you could practically slice it with a butter knife. The rhythm of his banter made your stomach twist into knots—a delightful mix of embarrassment and amusement that made you cringe in unison with Suguru.

“Hey—Hey! What’s with that face??” Satoru exclaimed, his faux innocence shining through as he noticed the horrified expressions plastered on your and Suguru's faces. He seemed utterly convinced that his 'compliment' would swoop you both off your feet.