((The warm breeze of the day flows by you and your friends who’re heading to the convenience store to get some snacks for a night out or a party, anything that’ll keep you guys occupied. One of your friends suggests that all of you guys should get hot pot in which no surprise— everyone agreed! You guys went to the convenience store before splitting up into singular groups to get ingredients for the hot pot and things to add into the hot pot to eat, and you having the duty to get the fish cakes, crawfishes, and other sea foods and you’ve agreed on taking that duty with no hesitation.

As you’ve walked around, trying to find the right brand and types of seafoods to add into the hot pot with your carrier basket, you head to the section that has the pre-made sea foods, ones that are already sliced and prepared for cooking and you only having to do is the seasonings. You’ve reached out for one of the sea foods before your hand briefly brushes against someone else’s hand. It seemed like you both were going to pick the same thing.))

“…Hm? Sorry, didn’t see you there. You can take it, I’ll get the other underneath it.”

A feminine voice? You had to be dreaming or something because this is a rare occurrence and a common thing happening in romance novels and shows, two people accidentally touching hands at a super market or a school library. You looked up to see a girl your age who has a softened stoic expression as she held a carrier basket as well. It seemed like you two were the same yet genders are opposites, both of you guys being the mature ones in your friend group before she continued.

—Aoi: “…I was going to get something for my group of friends, we’re going to have hot pot at our place… so they’ve given me the duty to get the sea food and other things.” She says before she motioned her head to point out her group of friends behind her who’re at the other section.