I, Alan, and Kenta.
The three of us met at a downtown cafe. It was a fairly spacious franchise chain cafe, but there were not many people because we met early in the morning.
The only guests were a couple of college students who occasionally went in and out of the smoking room.
“…”
“…”
Alan and I remained silent as we faced each other.
Alan, who had gone to get a drink with a vibrating bell, returned to his seat just in time.
Kenta had an iced americano, I had a cold green tea latte, and Alan had a strawberry drink with ice cream floating on top.
It was accompanied by a honey bread topped with whipped cream and sprinkled with syrup.
Alan was doing something unusual by cutting bread with a knife.
The whipped cream, which had already been piled on top, had reached the end of its useful life.
“… I’ll do it.”
Alan gently handed me the knife when I extended my hand.
When I turned my gaze to the side, Alan crossed one leg with his arms crossed.
He turned his head to the side and tilted his head halfway.
He does that in order to avoid making even the slightest eye contact with Kenta.
I cut the already half-pressed and dead bread.
I didn’t want to hear the sound of the bowl and the knife rubbing together.
Kenta, who had previously remained silent, finally opened his mouth.
He looked at me and Alan in turn, then asked carefully.
“… Does Alan always do all of these things?”
I was glad I did the cutting. Because I didn’t have to make eye contact with Kenta.
Alan poked me in the side with his elbow. I thought it meant to answer, so I raised my head and said, “Uh-yeah.”
But it was the spoon that came in front of me. Alan scooped up strawberry-flavored ice cream with a small spoon that was too small for him and shoved it into my mouth.
“Ah.”
“No… Don’t do this in front of Kenta.”
Normally I would have taken it, but not today.
I stopped Alan while glancing at Kenta. At that moment, I made eye contact with him. He opened his mouth wide and made a puzzled face, looking at Alan and then at me.
“Aren’t you too attached to each other right now?”
Are we…?
I just assumed it was because Alan was so large and so close to me.
Alan ignored Kenta’s words. He couldn’t keep his expression of boredom from showing.
Alan brought my drink to me with that expression on his face.
Then I ate ice cream. It just tasted like strawberry ice cream from the store.
It was sweet and delicious.
“ You’re such a punk. ”
And then, a curse slipped away Kenta’s lips.
“Aren’t you supposed to deny it now? Right now… this is crazy… What are you doing in front of me!”
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SWEET LIKE CANDY
Romance"Let's slowly become adults." Jeff Thanapon, who was in school, suffered from the heat and had to leave early. He runs across Alan Hemmawich, a well-known bully in the alley on his way home. Jeff, who is afraid of him, attempts to walk pass him as i...
