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❝ Is that Kirishima Eijirou?❞
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Chapter 8
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The variety of flavors in various foods was refreshing, but what was much more pleasant was you, standing in front of Fudou's door. It's a welcome sight to see you visiting, however, it's more like you barged into his house with a container of cooked chicken in your hand.
You knocked three times while subconsciously focusing on the environment, the bird's melody, the flow of the wind, the temperature, the three laws of physics that define motion, and finally, the vibration of the speed of light and sound.
You waited about thirty seconds for him to unlock the door, and to his surprise, you had the audacity to return to his house, which was not your home in the beginning.
"Good afternoon, Fudou-san."
His eyebrow twitch in annoyance, "What are you doing here?"
You shoved the plastic bag you were holding in front of him, which was coated in pastel pink and cute designs, unlike the others who were anticipating a standard design; like duh, the maid café is basically the definition of cute.
