"ARE YOU TWO KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!"
Tears of frustration welled up at the corner of Shiro's eyes. This was just too much. Way too much. Why the hell were those two here of all places?!
And at such a critical moment, no less!
Even though Miss Akane had already said there was no chance, that still didn't mean these two should show up and mess everything up!
＼(`Δ')／
Fuming with rage, Shiro was ready to unleash a berserk transformation and just eliminate these two bastards on the spot!
But then—
"Ow ow ow ow! Not the face—don't hit the face!!"
He got punished.
The two insanely jealous jerks tackled him and started beating the crap out of him.
He didn't expect them to go berserk too! (?????)
"Alright, alright, take a break~ Don't forget why we even came here."
Azusa, smiling as always, stepped in and finally pulled the two off after they'd done enough damage. By now, Shiro's face looked like a total mess—a proper pig-head.
She did it on purpose!
No doubt about it. She totally let them wail on him before stepping in…
"Eradicate the scumbag!"
"Save the fallen maidens!"
The two jerks cracked their knuckles. Sure, they'd just finished beating him up, but their jealousy still burned hot in their hearts.
Oh heavens, why must such a scumbag exist?!
"…So are you two actually here to check out where Sempai works or not?"
Aina let out a sigh.
These three fools—if they weren't brawling, they were playing strip rock-paper-scissors while drunk. Couldn't they have at least one normal college guy hobby?
Of course, she didn't count Shiro's flirting—that totally didn't qualify. She'd already sent a full report of what happened earlier to her friend Kiyoko. There was no way she'd let this scumbag cheat!
"Hmm? You guys came to see me?"
Kotubuki blinked blankly. Judging by the earlier scene, he thought they were here for Shiro.
Only then did the other two calm down a bit. Looking around at the bar's classy décor and then at the buff, macho bartender…
This had to be a shady establishment!
They started glancing around warily, already planning an escape route. If it came down to it, they'd just sacrifice Shiro and leave him here as penance.
The others watched as these two weirdos scurried around like cockroaches, searching for something. Everyone quietly averted their gaze, they clearly weren't all there mentally sometimes.
"Eh? What's with the commotion… long time no see, Azusa."
A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a vase in hand entered the scene. He was the bar owner, having rushed over after hearing the noise.
"Yo! We're here to hang out, Boss!"
Azusa waved casually. She was a regular here, so of course she knew the owner.
"Haha, welcome, welcome! This… wait—what the hell, a pig-man?!"
{{(°△°; "}}!
The bar owner's eyes popped when he spotted the pig-faced guy beside Azusa.
(′?`)
"…It's me, Boss."
Shiro groaned in pain, covering his face. Those two jerks had gone full force on every punch—right to the face!
In recent days, thanks to his good looks and frequent visits, he'd left an impression on the owner.
"Ahaha… Shiro-kun, right? You scared me, I barely recognized you… thought you got plastic surgery or something…"
The owner scratched his head awkwardly.
If it weren't for the voice, he wouldn't have known who it was. The guy's iconic squinting eyes were completely swollen shut.
"..."
Shiro didn't feel like talking anymore. He silently retreated into a corner and started drawing curse circles.
"So these are all Ryuu-kun's juniors?"
With Shiro excluded as the pig-faced anomaly, the bar owner relaxed and greeted everyone with a smile.
"Yup, that's right. They wanted to see where Buuki works, so I brought them over. Hope we're not disturbing you, Boss."
The owner glanced at the messy aftermath of the scuffle and forced a smile. Yeah, it was definitely a disturbance, but how could he say that out loud?
"They're full of energy. So—what do you all think of Ryuu-kun's work?"
"So out of place it's painful."
"When are you planning to fire him?"
"I'd like to apply. I used to bartend!"
"..."
The bar owner fell silent.
Were these really Ryuu-kun's juniors? Why were they so quick to try and steal their senior's job?
And Shiro-kun… wasn't he only 20? When the hell did he work as a bartender?
"You bastard, why are you chiming in?!"
"Go back to your corner, scumbag!"
"I'm way more qualified than the two of you to bartend! Also, have you not noticed that someone is sneaking off?!"
Shiro shouted furiously. He wasn't going back to the corner! That place was terrifying!
The other two turned in the direction Shiro was pointing—and there was Kotubuki, happily chatting with a girl.
Wait—why the hell did she confess to him right after pouring out her worries?!
"Boss! Please stab him in the head with a knife!"
"Boss! Use scissors instead for me!"
"Do you have a chainsaw, Boss?!"
"..."
"Can you three not be so embarrassing?" Aina finally stepped in, fed up with their jealousy leaking all over the place. "Shiro, you were just flirting earlier too!"
"…Doesn't this seem odd?"
"He got confessed to after just a few words?!"
"Well, uh… isn't that kinda normal?"
This time Shiro didn't jump on the bandwagon. Honestly, there wasn't much to mock here.
"YOU TRAITOR, GO DIE TOO!" ×2
Iori and Kouhei wept tears of blood. Not only had they never been confessed to after a few lines—they'd never been confessed to at all!
That one time with the zombie monster didn't count—that was straight-up horror!
"Could it be bartenders are super popular with girls?"
"This must be some kind of job skill bonus."
"Bartenders really do get hit on a lot. Back when I was working part-time, it was the bartending gig that got the most attention!"
The three of them huddled together, plotting.
Originally, they hadn't wanted to bring Shiro along, but the guy was experienced. Might as well use him as an advisor!
Azusa and Aina watched silently. Did they really have to scheme this loudly? And they seriously removed personality as a factor?
"Hahahahaha! Such energetic juniors you've got. In that case, how about giving it a shot?"
The bar owner grinned and pulled out three bartender uniforms. With Kotubuki and Azusa around, surely nothing too outrageous would happen…
The trio went to change. I mean, they were already here—might as well give it a try!
Creak~
The bar door swung open, and in walked a girl with short, dark purple hair and a stack of papers in hand.
Hanabi wasn't in the best of moods.
She'd taken that woman's suggestion and come to this nice bar to drink and chill.
As for meeting someone "nice" here? Yeah, right. Right now she just wanted to find her damn ghosting author!
And then—
Right as she entered, three guys in bartender uniforms stepped out of the changing room across the bar.
One of them… looked exactly like her ghosting author?!
…
.....................…..
!!!
Shiro had just changed clothes and was already feeling a bit awkward when he stiffened the moment he saw Hanabi at the door!
He never imagined that in just a few hours, he'd run into so many acquaintances at this bar!
It was one thing to bump into Iori and the other idiots, but why was his editor here?!
Shiro panicked.
He remembered that his editor lived in Tokyo, didn't she?
Why was she here?
Was she looking for him?
But how would she even know he was here? That didn't make any sense!
And while he did ghost her from time to time, he had already turned in the manuscript for his new novel, Scum's Wish.
Wait a minute...
Scum's Wish?
Why does that sound familiar...?
Forget it! Right now he just had to hope she wouldn't recognize him in his current pig-headed state.
After all, she was the editor who raised him in the industry, and Shiro was definitely afraid of her.
He still trembled thinking about the cold stare she gave him when his very first original novel flopped.
Editors really do have a natural suppressive power over authors!
Shiro didn't even dare call her by name—only respectfully as "Editor-sama"!
"Hmm, surprisingly, the three of you actually look great in those outfits~"
Azusa, who hadn't noticed anything weird, complimented the three of them, now looking like entirely different people.
You really couldn't deny the appeal of a bartender outfit—those three looked good. Even the pig-headed one looked... a little more bearable.
"..."
The three being complimented didn't look happy at all—they looked extremely uncomfortable.
"What's wrong with you guys?"
Aina was confused.
Wasn't this exactly the effect they were aiming for? Judging by how the girls kept eyeing Iori (as long as he didn't speak), it seemed to be working.
"Umm, how should I put this..."
"Wearing clothes during a drinking party just feels... wrong, you know?"
"Oh! I get that! I totally get that!"
Azusa enthusiastically nodded at Iori's comment. If it weren't for the bar's rules, she would've stripped down and started drinking right then and there.
"Can you people act normal for once?!"
Aina couldn't take it anymore. With Chisa absent tonight, the whole place was full of weirdos who liked stripping!
Wait a minute...
Something felt off.
Someone was missing?
Her eyes turned to Shiro, who was awkwardly pretending to organize the liquor shelf.
"Hey, you're being way too obvious, Kamishiro—mmph!"
Aina didn't even get to finish her sentence before someone clamped a hand over her mouth. Shiro, who had been five meters away, was suddenly standing right in front of her.
That bloated face and the faint red glow in his eyes—there was no way that was a normal human anymore!
Had getting his head turned into a pig head actually turned him into a pigman?!
Aina panicked.
As a fan of dramas, she half-expected Shiro to suddenly mutate or something.
"Please, I beg you, don't say my name! Someone might actually die!"
Shiro pleaded as he nervously watched Hanabi at the entrance.
It was bad enough getting beaten into a pig head—if his name was called out now, it'd be like walking into a trap!
People as handsome as him couldn't fully hide their aura, even in this state!
"Mmmph!! X﹏X"
Aina didn't really understand what was going on, but she nodded fearfully anyway. That expression—like a demon—would've scared anyone! Did the three of them all graduate from some kind of "facial expression academy"?!
"Hehe, then why don't the three of you go ahead and try serving a table? As for the guests, Azusa and the others can fill in—"
"Actually, I'll be one of the guests."
Before the manager could finish, Hanabi calmly walked over and sat down next to Aina.
Aina immediately tensed up.
She wasn't wearing makeup, and in the presence of this high-level businesswoman type, her social anxiety hit hard. Not to mention—why was everything about this woman so big?! And purple hair, too!
Being sandwiched between two mature purple-haired women, Aina felt absolutely not safe!
While Aina was shivering from stress, Shiro was shaking from pure fear.
His editor was sitting right in front of him, and the cold gaze she kept shooting his way—what kind of ghostwriter could survive this pressure?!
"Uh… Manager, actually, I can mix drinks. No need to—"
"Oh? That's great, Kamishiro-kun. Then I'll leave this guest to you. We've got to give her the best experience possible~"
The manager, who had just heard from Kotobuki that Kamishiro's mixing skills were amazing, immediately assigned him to the unknown guest.
Even if Kamishiro's face was a mess now, the manager still appreciated his smooth talking.
He'd seen Kamishiro flirt with different girls every day—if his wife didn't object, he'd have asked for lessons himself!
{{(°△°; "}}!
Shiro froze. Hold on a sec!
He meant that there was no need to continue the roleplay, not that he wanted to get thrown into a nightmare!
That's his editor, man! Do you know the kind of psychological trauma this causes for a notorious procrastinator?!
As the others got into position, Shiro slumped in defeat and walked over to Hanabi.
Please let these bruises be enough to hide his identity...
"What happened to your face?"
Hearing his editor's cold voice froze Shiro instantly. It was so much nicer than her voice on the phone, but… having her right in front of him was still terrifying!
"Ahaha, just a little accident—tripped and fell, nothing big! So, what can I get for you?"
Hanabi didn't respond. She just silently stared at him.
{{(°△°; "}}!
Shiro broke into a cold sweat and had to grip the counter to stay composed.
"Anything's fine. Just mix something up. I'm not in a great mood right now."
"Ahaha… got it! I'll improvise something then!"
Shiro turned around like he was fleeing the scene. Normally, when mixing drinks based on a guest's mood, he'd ask for more details…
But with the editor aura blasting him full force, he needed to escape ASAP!
"…No need to run so fast, pigeon."
Σ(?д?|||)??!!!
Shiro's hand froze as he reached for a bottle.
"Pigeon"...
That was the nickname his editor used for him.
So she did recognize him?
No, wait—maybe she was trying to bait him!
He had purposely changed his voice when he spoke. Even if it was his editor—
"Turn around. Your pigeon aura is way too strong. Even if you turned into an actual pig, I'd still recognize you."
(*?????)
Fantasy shattered. He had been recognized...
There was no such thing as a "pigeon aura," dammit!
.....................…..
"Ahaha... long time no see, dear editor..."
Shiro greeted a little awkwardly, already racking his brain for any mistakes he might have made recently.
"Yeah, it's really been a while. The little pigeon here ran all the way to Izu just to avoid his editor—didn't even leave an address."
{{(°△°; "}}!
Just a single sentence from Hanabi made Shiro panic—her cold voice brought immense pressure.
He admitted he had intentionally not told his editor where he lived. Sure, he was a bestselling author with over a million words under his belt, but he had a record.
Getting locked in the editor's "black room" was a terrifying ordeal for any author!
Meanwhile, the others nearby were dumbfounded listening to their exchange. They never expected some random guest to know Shiro—
and clearly, it wasn't just casual acquaintance.
Otherwise, there's no way he would've recognized her with his current pig-faced swelling.
Editor?!
Iori and Kohei didn't really know what "editor" meant. What they did know was: why does this piece of garbage know so many pretty older girls?
Jealousy ignited once more. They charged at him, fully intending to crown this pig-faced man with another beating.
"Bastard! What are you two doing now?!"
"You scum! Why do you always know pretty older girls wherever you go?!"
"Why do anime-like scenarios never happen to me?!"
"..."
Azusa facepalmed at the three causing a ruckus again, then looked toward Hanabi—Shiro's editor.
Of course, she knew Shiro had an editor. After all, she was the one who illustrated his work.
She had always assumed someone scary—like an old man—would be the editor that could terrify Shiro like this. But instead... it was a beautiful girl.
Though, this beautiful girl did seem a little cold... and why did she seem so familiar?
"Are they always like this?"
As Azusa was lost in thought, Hanabi turned and asked her directly.
She had already noticed this girl with similar hair color, probably one of the pigeon's senpai.
As for the other girl… a high schooler sneaking into a bar?
"Ah, yeah, they're always like that. But don't be fooled, they actually get along really well. This is just… their way of bonding."
"We do not get along well!" ×3
"..."
Azusa rubbed her ringing ears and shrugged.
"See? Perfectly in sync."
Hanabi nodded thoughtfully. It was her first time seeing this version of Shiro. He used to be a walking hormone and a trouble magnet…
Now, though he looked a bit dull and dumb, he was... oddly more pleasant.
"Editor-san, did you come here to find Shiro?"
Azusa glanced at the manuscript in Hanabi's hands—it must be Shiro's Scum's Wish.
"Mm, I need to have a little chat with this pigeon."
At that, a chill flashed through Hanabi's eyes.
She had been wondering how Shiro managed to write that novel, and after seeing that woman appear at the same bar with him, her doubts vanished.
This pigeon was definitely the "interesting guy" that woman had mentioned. Great. So the two of them had teamed up? And that woman had the nerve to tell him about her ridiculous past?!
That woman knew a lot about her, too!
"Uh…"
Feeling the chill in the air, Azusa quietly drew a cross in the air for Shiro. She didn't know exactly what he did, but Editor-san definitely seemed pissed.
"By the way... why do you call Shiro 'the pigeon'? Isn't he a bestselling author?"
Azusa was genuinely confused. A million-selling author shouldn't be this afraid of his editor, right?
"Million? Sure, that's true. He is. But this pigeon here dropped ten novels mid-way!"
Hanabi's teeth clenched in frustration.
Their meeting wasn't anything special—a rookie author and a rookie editor pairing up.
Back then, he was hardworking and his writing wasn't bad. But every single time, he'd drop the novel right after Volume 1!
He was this close to getting blacklisted by the publisher!
Any other editor would've given up on him long ago. But Hanabi, with her stubborn streak, refused to let go and stuck with him.
And he eventually delivered—writing a massively popular novel, Konosuba, which even earned Hanabi a promotion and took the heat off the publisher.
But the guy never changed! Right after graduating high school, he dropped that super popular novel too?!
Hanabi nearly wanted to kill him. She even brought a big pot to his house, planning to stew him alive—
Only to find out he had moved away!
If he hadn't promised to send her an amazing new novel within a few months, she'd have already blacklisted this damn pigeon.
And then… he actually sent her a new novel. A new one!
Seeing her growing rage, Azusa chose to stay silent. Even the three fighting fools backed off slightly.
"You're actually a light novel author?"
"Didn't see that coming. I thought you were just a fellow hobbyist."
"I think I did mention it before? Also, could you guys let me go, I really need to run away right now."
Shiro glanced nervously at Hanabi, who looked like she was one scream away from turning Super Saiyan.
As for Aina?
Yeah, she had already quietly joined the other three. No way she was staying in that kind of atmosphere.
"...This is getting out of hand."
Azusa's mouth twitched.
Looking at this now, the fact that Shiro was still alive was impressive. He better hope none of his other side jobs get him into trouble...
Watching Editor-san's hair almost turning gold, Azusa figured she should say something to help. After all, Shiro had played wingman for her before!
"But it's all good now! Shiro's new novel is finally out, and I'll personally supervise him this time! I'm doing the illustrations, too!"
She patted her chest with confidence. It was her first illustration job after all—she wanted a happy ending.
Hanabi's expression finally shifted, a bit surprised. "You drew the illustrations?"
"Mm... I hope that's not a problem?"
Azusa was a little unsure. Illustrators weren't as famous as authors, but they could still be used for promotional purposes.
Hanabi shook her head. "No problem at all. Honestly, this guy couldn't get any decent artist to work with him anymore. Your illustrations are great—it's just his story that's the issue."
She was praising Azusa. Thanks to Shiro's pigeon reputation, no decent illustrator wanted to work with him.
Luckily, his previous works had been comedy-based, so his own silly art style sort of fit.
"Eh? There's a problem? I thought the story was fine. Is it because the theme won't pass screening?"
Azusa wondered. But light novels had way crazier themes than this one, right?
Hanabi turned toward her, her emotionless eyes locking on. "Nice to meet you. I forgot to introduce myself earlier. I'm Kamishiro Shiro's editor—Yasuraoka Hanabi."
"..."
!!!
Σ(°Д°;
Azusa's expression shifted from confusion to full-on shock. If she remembered correctly... wasn't the main heroine in Shiro's novel also named Yasuraoka Hanabi?
And now she finally understood why this editor felt so familiar.
That bastard Shiro didn't just use her editor's name—he even used her appearance!
This wasn't just a dumb move—no sane person would ever do this!
If it was a power fantasy story or something, maybe it could be excused. But Shiro... did he even read what he wrote?!
Azusa was speechless. There was no way words could fix this. Shiro, she tried, she really did. But...
The rest is up to you. She'll be over here picking out a nice little coffin for you.
Click—
Unlike Azusa's shock, Shiro was shattered. Everything was starting to make sense now.
No wonder Akane's storyline felt so familiar—he wrote it!
He had been so focused on other things that he completely missed the fact—
This world has the setting of Scum's Wish!
And he was writing Scum's Wish in the world with Scum's Wish characters?!
His editor was the heroine?!
Shiro was going crazy. Sure, he changed some plot points and side characters' names, but there's no way Hanabi wouldn't recognize her own high school life!
And he really didn't do it on purpose—he genuinely didn't recognize her.
Back when he started writing, his editor was already working, and her current look was very different from her high school self.
Plus, she was always cold and just introduced herself as "Yasuraoka."
There were so many people named Yasuraoka in the world—how could he have guessed?
He hadn't even called her by name in ages—"Editor-sama" was good enough for a pigeon like him!
Trembling, his gaze met Hanabi's.
"Editor-sama… if I say this was just a… misunderstanding, would you believe me?"
"Mm. I'd believe you. Next time you write someone's life story, make sure you at least change the protagonist's name. And… try not to let the person involved find out."
{{(°△°; "}}!
Shiro trembled even harder. Damn it, why was this bar so cold?! Manager, turn on the heater already!
"Once we finish our drinks, let's have a nice long talk about your new book."
NOOOOO!
I'm sorry! I WAS WRONG!
…
.....................…..
Shiro really wanted to escape, but was firmly held down by two people who had sworn to stick by him till death.
Although Iori and Kohei still had no idea what was going on, just seeing this scumbag in trouble was enough for them.
What could be more satisfying than that?
Aina had also returned to her seat. Just now, she hadn't even dared to speak.
"Gulp…"
Shiro swallowed hard, temporarily giving up on the idea of escaping. Since he couldn't run, he might as well try another method!
"You two better watch closely! What comes next is a performance by a professional bartender!"
His demeanor had changed.
Since this was post-drinks time, there was plenty of room to maneuver.
"Hmm… not sure why your vibe suddenly changed…"
"But honestly, we'd rather watch over there."
Iori and Kohei very naturally turned their backs. On the other side, Kotobuki had already begun mixing a drink for Azusa.
Gin with calamansi—that's what Azusa ordered.
Kotobuki's movements were exceptionally smooth, and with just a few simple motions, he had made a drink.
The cocktail, like its name, was simply gin and calamansi…
Seeing this, Shiro turned his head in frustration.
They gave up a master's-level performance for this amateur nonsense? No taste at all!
Ignoring the two idiots, Shiro looked seriously at his editor.
"You said it depends on the mood, right? Don't worry, Boss—I'll definitely make something that satisfies you!"
Hanabi looked coldly at the pigeon in front of her. She knew he could mix drinks, but…
"I feel like any drink that would satisfy me definitely shouldn't involve that 'Water of Life,' so could you put that bottle down?"
(;'A`)
Damn it, why do the bottles here have labels?! This really limits the bartender's creativity!
"Ahaha… just a misunderstanding!"
He quietly put down the bottle of 'Water of Life.' Since he couldn't use that, he'd have to go with a nerfed version!
"Hey, Kamishiro, take this."
While Shiro was still searching for what he needed, Kohei handed him a drink.
"Ah, tha—wait!"
Focused on his search, Shiro took it instinctively and then… noticed a literal screwdriver sticking out of the drink.
(-ι_- )
"Can you explain what this is supposed to be?"
In all his years of bartending, he had never seen a drink with an actual screwdriver in it!
"Screwdriver!"
Seeing Kohei's proud face, Shiro didn't know what to say. Did they really make the drink based purely on the name?!
If that's the case, how would they make a "Godfather"? Stick in a Marlon Brando?
"Kohei, sometimes cocktails need a bit of nuance…"
"Exactly! That's why mine is the better choice!"
A drink with a flathead screwdriver in it was placed in front of Shiro.
He looked at the idiot Kitahara's bright smile and covered his face in pain. Why did these two morons think the problem was with the type of screwdriver?!
"Aina! How about you change your drink order instead?!"
Shiro immediately turned to the root of the problem. This kind of cocktail was clearly too much for these two idiots!
Tears welled up in Aina's eyes. Clearly, the two idiots had pissed her off. Why was Azusa's cocktail so normal, but hers involved a screwdriver?!
"Then I'll switch to this one!"
Shiro glanced at her new choice—something called a Moscow Mule.
"Pardon my bluntness, but you should really pick something else."
He didn't hesitate in advising her otherwise. He knew those two idiots too well!
"Why not?!"
Aina didn't want to give up. She wanted to trust Iori and Kohei one more time.
"Moss (苔)"
"Community (集团)"
"Algae Gang!"
"Yes! That's it!"
"..."
She was wrong. These two idiots couldn't be trusted after all. How did they go from 'Moscow Mule' to 'Algae Gang'?!
"You two, take this seriously already!"
"C'mon, everyone starts somewhere."
"You'll get the hang of it."
"..."
Shiro walked away from them. Better to take care of his editor.
"You guys seem pretty close," Hanabi said. Despite the constant bickering, without real closeness, they wouldn't be interacting this way.
"Those two are idiots. I'm nothing like them!"
He shook his head violently. Hang around idiots and you'll become one!
"Have you considered that you might be one too?"
"Impossible! How could you say something like that?!"
There's no way he's an idiot! This was slander! He had to make a stronger cocktail now!
As they spoke, Shiro had already finished a drink.
A dreamy red color, with a faint mist drifting above it—just in terms of looks, this drink could outshine anything in the bar.
"See you tomorrow~ This drink will help you forget all your troubles today~"
Hanabi quietly looked at the red cocktail in front of her. Its mesmerizing color seemed to lure people in.
"So, if I drink this, I won't wake up until tomorrow?"
"..."
!!!
Why was she so smart?! Wasn't a pretty drink supposed to be drunk without hesitation?
"Ahahaha, of course not…"
He forced an awkward smile. Even though he hadn't added the Water of Life, this cocktail was definitely too strong for Hanabi.
"You drink it first."
Her cool voice made the mood instantly awkward.
Shiro looked at the drink in front of him and swallowed. He wasn't even sure he could handle it himself.
Forget it!
Clenching his jaw, he downed the drink in one go.
Strong!
It hit hard at first, but surprisingly, it didn't taste bad. Actually, it was better than most drinks.
That's it?
Shiro's excitement faded. He had expected something crazier—like in the movies!
"See, Boss, it's fine! I'll mix you another one~"
This time, he was going to crank the strength way up! If he could handle it, she wouldn't go down that easily!
"No need. Just give me a glass of oolong tea."
"..."
Shiro's expression twisted like he had just eaten spoiled food. How could she be this fickle?!
"Didn't you say you wanted a drink?!"
"Ah, I suddenly remembered—I can't handle alcohol that well. But bars usually have oolong tea, right?"
A sly glint appeared in Hanabi's eyes. With a suspicious name and suspicious color, there's no way she'd drink that cocktail!
"Oolong tea…"
Shiro's face twitched uncontrollably. A bar wouldn't have that… unless it was PaB's special version!
He really wanted to serve her the PaB special, but that would have to be done stealthily~
"I'll go ask the manager~"
"Mm, and afterward, let's have a serious talk about the plot."
{{(°△°; ")}}!
Definitely!
He had to make sure she left crawling tonight!
…