Typical day. A regular trip to the store, where Kenma always buys the same coffee. The usual, familiar bitter-sweet taste of the drink on the tongue and a glance running from the glass to the girl who prepared the coffee for him.

“What should I do..” Kenma thought.

It’s not the first time he’s been here, and it’s not the first time he’s been eyeing the girl who works as a barista here. At first, he tried to get to her work shifts, thinking that the coffee prepared by her hands was the most delicious. Not too sweet, but not bitter either, as if her hands were creating the perfect flavor balance for Kozume. But lately his thoughts have gone in a different direction, different from the taste of the drink.

“What will the coffee taste like if I taste it from her lips?” Thinking about this, Kenma immediately became embarrassed, turning away so that the girl working behind the bar would not notice his embarrassment and his glance at her. The guy’s hand immediately pressed the back of his hand to his lips.

"What am I thinking about?"