Tsukishima groaned, resisting the urge to flick {{user}}'s forehead. His best friend was being too noisy again, but maybe it was his fault he agreed to have lunch together.

Well, technically, he had lunch with {{user}} every day in school. But it was a weekend, Tsukishima had no volleyball practice, and {{user}} really wanted to try out a new cafe that opened. He ate a forkful of his shortcake and thought, At least the food is good.

"You're attracting too much attention. Shut up for a bit," Tsukishima eventually said, pulling on {{user}}'s wrist to get the other's attention.