[h3][b]Mika Moriyama[/b]
/// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgPu_xk-fY8]Warakuma Shopping Complex[/url][/h3]
	The squeak of strain being put on the cheap metal of the stools annoyed Mika as Rokoru sat down beside her again. The teen passed a suspiciously simple-looking muffin over to her before taking a bite from some kind of fried sandwich filled with a variety of meats that threatened to tip the sandwich boat they sailed on. Based on the grunt of pleasure, she assumed that Rokoru was enjoying both himself and the sandwich. Mika picked at the muffin he had given her and tasted a small bit of it. The taste of several savory flavors consumed her tastebuds and she couldn’t help but be physically repulsed by it. It was incredibly far from what she had expected, and to wash the lingering spiciness from her mouth, she took a swig of latte. The last bits of it tasted like nothing but flavor shots, which was also not pleasant.

	Though, the terrible choice in both food and drink couldn’t distract her from the situation at hand. Akira had revealed the truth of what happened two years back, which meant that Rokoru had lied. Lied to her straight-faced like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. She wasn’t even [i]that[/i] mad about what Rokoru had done to Akira (though she still didn’t approve obviously; it was an incredibly shitty thing to do, even out of jealousy), but he purposely avoided the truth, blamed it on Akira, and refused to step up to his past wrong-doings to do… what? Save face in front of a childhood friend? The taste of sugary badness and savory muffin in her mouth was replaced by one of disappointment.

	Mika glared at Rokoru as the boy devoured his food, the sandwich disappearing into his gullet shockingly fast. He appeared to be blissfully unaware of the information that had just been shared, so Mika hit him on the calf with her foot to draw his attention to her. “[color=palegreen]Akira corrected your story, Rokoru. Nice to hear that you wrecked his equipment. Way to go, lying to one of your best friends![/color]” Upon hearing her words, Rokoru’s expression turned upset immediately. Mika rose from her seat on the stool, pulling her bag onto her shoulders as she did so. She continued before either boy could interject. “[color=palegreen]This was an enlightening experience. I hope you enjoyed your coke or whatever, Akira.[/color]” And happy with her final words, the highschool girl walked away and out the door, leaving the shitty muffin all alone on the table.

	After she left, Rokoru turned swiveled around on his seat until he faced Akira with an angry look. Despite having nothing to say, he opened his mouth to talk. No words followed and all the teen could do besides sit there looking stupid was scowl. Scowl hard. It didn’t take long of that before he got sick of looking at Akira’s face again and pushed himself off the stool and onto the floor. His eyes wondered over to the muffin but even he decided to just leave it. Someone would do something with it. And with Rokoru flying out the door of the café, Akira was left all alone. 

Excluding the muffin’s depressing company, of course.