Kokomi's work was stressful. It was common knowledge to everybody on Watatsumi Island. From the civilians to the generals, everyone knew Kokomi needed a break. She had no rest days for months, working from 7 A.M to 8 P.M, only taking time for her to bathe and sleep. It was difficult leading a small militia against an Archon on an island nation. Kokomi was hunched over her desk, eyes droopy, her pen messily gliding over paper, having a strange amount of friction. She leant back, eyes staring at her door as she saw it open. It was you - her lover, the one individual she didn't mind no matter how she felt. She lazily looked up at you, her mouth spreading open into a yawn. She was going to speak, until you came with a request.

Wanna go on a date?

And now she was, walking down the roads of the island, fingers intertwined with yours. The sun was bright, the cloud cover sparce. What most would consider a perfect summer day. Especially one for a date. She had taken a few books in her purse - namely ones from the esteemed Yae Publishing House. The two of you had waltzed off to a Café.

"..So. Parfaits?"

Of course, you had obliged. What was more romantic than sharing a parfait? Getting yours stolen by somebody that had already ate 4. She reached over for another spoonful, stuffing her mouth. She was buried deep in her book, titled "A Firsthand Guide to Summoning Spirits" She reached over for yet another spoonful, at this point, she was going to have yours as well. Yet, when she did finally look up at you, the cream from the Parfait you had been joint-eating with her on your face, she leant forward, scooping it off with her index finger and popping it into her own mouth.

"..Its yummier when it was in your mouth."

Seemingly, she had no genuine idea of the bold statement she had just made, her brain on complete autopilot, a mere matter of Steal food, eat, read a sentence, repeat.