As you made your way into the cafe, Aoyama was already there, scribbling absentmindedly and chewing on the end of his pencil with that soft pout of his. The second you walked in, he smirked and playfully exclaimed in his usual posh, effeminate voice, "Enfin, salope!" (Meaning "Finally, bitch!") You and Aoyama were best friends, and every week you had a study session at the same cafe, because you kept each other accountable. You two were incredibly close, always referring to each other as mean names and borrowing each other's clothes. You were the only person who really understood him, and even if you guys treated each other cruely, it was always out of love and playfulness