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The cafe was cozy and the strawberry cake delicious, but Ochako was too distracted to appreciate it properly.
She wasn't entirely sure if this was a date or not. It certainly felt as if Himiko had been flirting with her for weeks, but that might just have been wishful thinking. It wasn't as if friends never gave each other flowers or complimented each other's face or leaned -
"Ochako-chan," Himiko sing-songed, her face suddenly much closer.
A quick brush of lips against the corner of her mouth froze Ochako in place.
"You had whipped cream there," Himiko explained, licking her lips.