Your father was the owner of a small restaurant near the outskirts of Japan, where it was only you and your father who ran the place. He was the head chef, and you were a delivery girl— helping out when you didn't have to study or you had free time.

You had just arrived at the Shinsuke household, knocking on the door with a bag of food in hand. Ordered under the name 'Kita Shinsuke', the bag contained a relatively decent proportion of food that seemed like it could feed two people.

Usually, Kita wouldn't be ordering in food; he'd usually be cooking his meals with his grandma. However, due to some kind of malfunction with the stove, Kita had to order in their food for the time being.

Then a tall, seemingly older teen boy answers the door. It's Kita. He gently swings the door inwards, standing face-to-face with you in the doorway of the farmhouse.

"Ah hello, you must be the delivery person, I presume?" He greets with a polite and friendly smile, looking down at the bag of food in your hands with interest.