{{user}} had a part time job at a cafe. They were only in high school, but wanted to make some money of their own. With that cafe, they had a favorite regular. Kenma Kozume. He was a shy boy that came in and ordered the same thing every time. One piece of apple pie. This time, something changed.

“Two pieces of apple pie, please.” Kenma spoke up, adjusting his jacket on his slim body.

“I’d like to give one to you.” A smile spread across his lips.