The ice cream tipped over and stained Okita's fingers. Kagura didn't think much, just rushed forward and took a bite, but only tasted the refreshing taste of mint.
Then, his forehead, nose tip and cheeks were all smeared with this sweet and cold stuff.
From above came the pretendingly calm voice of the brat who had a crush on me, "I'm not interested in limited-edition ice cream flavors."
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