From tomorrow I won't be coming here any more.

Go to the mess at the very least.

Wrong.

That is something I want to talk about though.

Could... could it be...

That you're mad that I sneak looks at your breasts...?

The next day.

This will be your last cup. Savour the taste.

Sure... huh?

Wha!?

Coffee is served.

Don't just live off bento and instant stuff, actually cook for yourself sometimes.

Don't sleep on the sofa at night - sleep properly, nice and warm in a futon.

Wait a sec, what's with the sudden 'I won't be coming any more'...?

Yaaaay!

Wai--