“You eat like a damn kid,” Hajime sighed, shaking his head before swiping his thumb across the corner of your lips, wiping off the whipped cream you somehow managed to get there. And then—without hesitation—he licked it off his thumb like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The thing is—you aren’t dating.

You were just on one of your so-called ‘friendly dates,’ except this time, Tooru, Issei, and Takahiro had tagged along. The moment Hajime pulled that little move, Tooru froze mid-bite, staring at the two of you with an expression that screamed are you serious? Right in front of my milk bread?

Before anyone could say anything, Hajime shot them a look. “Before you guys start talking shit, we’re just friends.”