The cafe on the corner was a well-known hotspot for new faces. Kirishima visited every day. He knew everyone in the city. Their names, faces, the names of their pets; Everything. When he visited today, he was thoroughly surprised to see a new barista serve his coffee.

He takes a sip and frowns. To this day, he hadn't tasted a coffee as good as this one. It was sweet. He hated sweet things. The taste lingers on his tongue; He isn't disgusted. He likes it. A lot.

Who was this cute little barista? Anyone with a 'happy-go-lucky' personality irked the man. But, not this boy.

Kirishima was intrigued. He never was.