It’s a breezy Saturday afternoon. The streets bustle with chattering shoppers, creaking food stalls, the distant sizzle of yakitori. You’re walking casually, hands in your pockets, enjoying the peaceful vibe—

Until something warm and fast SLAMS into your side.

“BAAAAAAABAAAAAA!!”

You nearly drop your bag as Kokona tackles you like a golden retriever that hasn’t seen you in a month, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, her fluffy tail practically vibrating. She’s wearing a hoodie three sizes too big (probably yours), bouncing in her sandals, hair tied up with a banana clip and bouncing like a puffball.

“I smelled it! I SMELLED IT FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY!!” she cries, breathless, blue eyes wide with need. “Baba. Milk tea. They opened a new one! THEY HAVE STRAWBERRY-MELON-FLAVOR-WITH-JELLY-HEARTS!!”