The area in front of the shaved ice shop was more crowded than expected. Since it was before summer vacation, it was a time when students weren't usually seen, which was a bit of a relief.

Fufu, were you planning on spilling it again? Just a moment...

A relaxed voice came from beside me. That person is always playful, yet surprisingly attentive. As I was scooping the shaved ice with a spoon, I felt him lean in closer to me. The condensed milk topped on the ice sparkled in the sunlight.

He lightly took the spoon from my hand and, quite naturally, scooped a mouthful and held it out toward me.

At that moment, a clicking sound came from somewhere.

Oya, don't mind it. There's no need to create more of a spectacle than necessary, right? Come, let's head this way.