"Yōha, you saw it, didn't you!"
Shinomiya casually wiped his hands with a damp towel.
"Saw what?"
It sounded like their usual idle chatter.
"You saw me drug the soup."
"Haha, is this some new game? A lateral-thinking puzzle?"
Shinomiya laughed openly and naturally.
"Why aren't you drinking the soup?"
Both of their gazes fell on the untouched bowl of miso soup in front of Shinomiya.
"I don't like soup," Shinomiya said, looking a little embarrassed. "You don't think I'm like a picky little kid, do you?"
Shinomiya looked expectantly at Kushida. She slowly rose and picked up the miso soup in front of him, a gentle smile on her face.
"Good children aren't picky eaters~"
As she spoke, she reached toward Shinomiya, but he forcefully blocked her, leaving them locked in a stalemate.
Both of their faces flushed from the effort.
"Yōha... just drink it, and everything will be fine," Kushida said through gritted teeth. Veins bulged on her arms as she slowly brought the soup toward his mouth.
Shinomiya had no idea where Kushida had gotten all this strength. She was actually overpowering him.
"Kikyo... next time! I promise, next time!" Shinomiya clenched his teeth too, using every ounce of strength to push the soup back.
"Damn it! Why can't you just behave!" Standing over him, Kushida used her weight to keep pushing. The soup had already touched his lips.
"Mmph... I don't want to drink something when I don't know what's in it!"
"It's fine! I mixed it according to an online tutorial. Drink it, and you'll forget everything!"
Soup spilled from the corner of Shinomiya's mouth as he struggled desperately.
"Mmph, mmph... I'll die! Everything online is a lie!"
"Don't worry, Yōha! Even if you die, I'll remember you!"
Images of his own funeral flashed through