The pair went inside the place of a popular patisserie. It was filled with many patrons, but more importantly, it was also filled with plenty of delicious treats and sandwiches for them to eat.
Arata had never been here before, so he was in awe at just how many options there were to choose from. Akiba, on the other hand, had frequented this restaurant multiple times with friends and family. So she was more accustomed to the vibe of the location as she directed them to sit at a table for two. It was situated right besides the window, allowing the pair to peer out and enjoy the view as crowds of people passed by on their daily errands.
"If you get confused, don't be too shy to ask me." She told him as they read their menus. He scanned along the items for sale, trying to make sense of the selection. Everything on it just looked so appetizing to him.
"I don't even know where to begin." He told her. It all looked so good, but nothing was standing out to him either. "What do you recommend?"
"I've tried out most things." She responded. "But, I'd have to say my favorite is... the shokupan, made with Kashi dough." That along with some freshly made jam was heaven for her. "It's a little boring, I know."
"I think it sounds pretty good." So he ordered it along with her. Akiba also ordered a coffee to go along with it, of course with a lot of cream. Arata was more of a fan towards soft drinks. As that was his preferred option to keep himself awake during those late nights watching anime.
Now that he had the opportunity to chat with her while they waited for their meal. The boy wondered what would make for good topics? This was to be a day for them to forget their worries, so none of their friends could be used for subjects. So, what was their to talk about?
"So..." He awkwardly attempted to start a conversation. "You come here often?"
"I've gone plenty of times with Yogi and Akaki. Hmm, I guess I've never really taken anyone else though." It certainly made him feel a tiny bit more special, seeing as he was that other person getting the chance to be with her here. Though Arata was already unique in that he knew about her secret spot in town. "What about you? Don't you have some places you like to frequent?"
"Well, I think you already know about one place." He answered while slightly turning his head to avoid her gaze. The location referenced being the otaku shop, but he didn't like that being his only answer. It made him sound like a stereotype of those dweebs whose only personality was their hobby. "To be honest, I'm kind of a boring person."
"I don't think that." She countered. "If I'm being completely honest, it's a lot of fun to spend time with you."
"You're just trying to make me feel better."
"I'm being serious." She spoke a little more firmly. To her, he was someone that she felt a little more... Free with. Aside from getting a lot of stress relief when they messaged each other on the phone. Akiba did enjoy having him among the friend group. There was a contrast from before he became friends with everyone. Perhaps it was the interesting situations he found himself in. Such as their beach trip, or when he lost his memories. "It's even nice that you're an otaku, since I also enjoy some manga here and there." Quickly, she shied away from the subject after bringing it up. "Not that I'm one or anything."
"Right, I doubt you've got posters scattered across your walls, or figurines on top of your shelves like I do." He understood where she was coming from. Not from the factor that she was nowhere near his love for the hobby, but from her reluctance to admit enjoying it in the first place. Obviously none of the others cared or disliked it, but they didn't exactly know about the subjects within it. "I take it that you don't get the chance to talk about the manga you've read outside of online forums."

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(Un) Fortunately the Yandere is Not After Me
RomanceArata Kashimura was hoping to have a normal, if lonely, high school life. He avoided others because he didn't want his secret to get out. That he was a massive otaku, something like that becoming known would be high school suicide. Knowing that, he...