My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected

But that shop had been featured in a magazine. It might become some insanely famous place in the future. Then I probably would not go there anymore. But for now, I could say this.

"Yuihama, thanks for taking me to such a good place."

"...Y-yeah. You're welcome..."

She lowered her head shyly.

"Even though I don't know why... I'm glad you liked it... Phew—I managed to save it..."

It was rare for Hachiman to give such a high score, yet Yuihama did not seem to realize it. Still, this girl probably did not need my affection points anyway.

I wanted to thank Yuihama for introducing me to a good shop. In a way that would put as little pressure on her as possible. My gaze fell on the vending machine beneath the shopping street awning. Naturally, it sold Chiba's soul drink.

"Yuihama, want some coffee? My treat."

"Huh? Why?"

"Obviously, to thank you for covering my haircut."

"I-is that okay? Then, there's a Starbucks over there..."

"Sorry, Starbucks is too sparkly☆ and dazzling. The vending machine is fine."

"Whaaat—!"

Do not casually try to compare it to some trendier place.

"If it's Star MAX Coffee, I'll go no matter what they sell."

"That place feels like it would only sell one kind of coffee..."

"If you want to drink it, you can have three or four cups if you like. But MAX Coffee only."

"...Is this a punishment game?"

"Here, pick one. Canned or PET bottle, choose whichever MAX Coffee you want."

I dumped a pile of coins into the vending machine.

"Whaaaat—MAX Coffee only...? There are tastier drinks here too, like melon soda..."

Yuihama groaned in front of the vending machine. This was not a punishment game; it was my heartfelt hospitality. Better not tell her that, though.

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