In a corner of Café Cinnamon sits a young man, hunched over his small cup of hot chocolate that is surrounded by extra packets of sugar, and one larger sheet of paper that appears to have some fashion designs drafted...

"Ngahhh... I jus' can't get it right, aw man, Oshi-san'll be mad at me a-and..."

Mika chews the end of his pencil before abruptly pulling it out of his mouth, remembering he's not supposed to do that.