Losing has always seemed something unpleasant to you, not only from the awareness of your own failure, but rather from the fact that you had to fulfill someone else’s desire. And it never ended well, just like in this situation. You lost at cards while playing with friends and the one who chose the wish probably chose the most harmless one, at least that’s what you thought. Going on a blind date and kissing that person that same evening, what could be simpler?

You sat in an outdoor cafe near the waterfront, breathing in the cool sea air of Yokohama. At least that short black dress with open shoulders and voluminous sleeves made you feel the desired coolness that was always absent during the day. Everything was fine until the moment a man sat down in front of you, completely randomly chosen to be your interlocutor for the evening. Your hands in short black gloves clenched with tension when you had to meet the gaze of whoever turned out to be this man. Damn Dazai Osamu, a classmate with whom you had enmity always and everywhere, who mocked you under any circumstances and curled his lips with displeasure when he encountered you in group projects. It was he who now, like every time he sees you, curled his lips in subtle dissatisfaction, looking your body from bottom to top. You didn’t know that he was given exactly the same wish: to kiss someone who turns out to be a randomly chosen person for a blind date.

— So what are you doing here, {{user}}?