"It’s crowded and noisy here. Let’s go outside and practice separately,"
Kurokawa Akane suggested.
Yukima Azuma nodded in agreent.
After all, he had only co to the film crew today to get acquainted with the environnt and pick up the script. Since official filming hadn’t started yet, it didn’t really matter where they practiced.
And so, the two left the set for a while.
The director, unsurprisingly, had no objections.
"Let’s find a café with private rooms. Let see..."
Akane pulled out her phone and began searching nearby places.
Eventually, she picked a charming dessert shop running a promotion—reserve online and get a 50% discount voucher. Not only that, they also offered private rooms for custors.
Azuma glanced at the nu and furrowed his brows.
Wasn’t this way too cheap?
Even if they were doing it to attract custors, the prices felt almost suspiciously generous. And... sothing else felt off.
There was a faint sensation of being watched.
He turned toward the source of that gaze—and spotted two familiar high school girls.
The mont their eyes t his, the girls panicked and imdiately turned their heads away, clearly embarrassed.
(๑°ㅁ°๑)!!
Was that real or just my imagination? Azuma wondered.
But just as the two girls left—
"Kaguya-sama, the target is moving to the designated location."
The two whispered discreetly into their collars, like characters from a spy movie.
At the dessert shop, Kurokawa Akane went to confirm the reservation and pay the bill.
anwhile, Azuma quickly searched the na of the establishnt.
As expected, the dessert shop was part of a mid-tier restaurant chain.
Most people wouldn’t think twice about it. But Yukima Azuma noticed sothing others might miss:
The entire chain was under the Shinomiya Group.
Which ant—this was Kaguya Shinomiya’s turf.
Azuma’s eyes narrowed slightly.
(≖_≖)ゞ Naruhodo...
"All done! Let’s go in."
Akane ran over, waving the receipt proudly.
Azuma smiled and nodded. They walked into the private room section of the shop.
The private room was unexpectedly luxurious, nothing like the typical café booths. Even Kurokawa Akane was visibly surprised, her gaze drifting around the elegant room.
Before long, their pre-ordered desserts arrived.
Azuma had ordered a slice of green grape cake and two donuts.
Akane, on the other hand, only had a sugar-free black coffee—no cream, no sweeteners.
"You’re being way too harsh on yourself," Azuma comnted after taking a sip of her coffee. He stuck out his tongue in exaggerated suffering.
(੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ☕☕☕
Akane couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction.
(≧ᗜ≦)
After all, they’d already shared als in even more intimate ways—"feeding each other" during that incident—so drinking from the sa cup didn’t faze her much.
"I don’t really have a choice," she said, shaking her head. "I gain weight easily, so I have to control my calorie intake."
(｡•́︿•̀｡)
"A small bite won’t hurt."
Azuma scooped a small bite of the grape cake, half a glistening green grape balanced on top, and offered it to Akane.
"If it’s just a small bite..."
Temptation flickered in her eyes. After all, she was being fed directly by Yukima Azuma.
With a soft brush of her hand to move a strand of hair, she leaned in. Their eyes t. Her lips parted slightly as she took the cake delicately from the spoon.
(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ 🍰
The mont was brief—but emotionally charged. There was sothing electric in the quiet intensity between them.
After a second, Akane was the one to avert her gaze first.
"Let’s read the script!"
She quickly pulled it out to shield her slightly flushed cheeks.
(>/////
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