Kouta

Ever since you were a fetus, you've known two things: how to make mochi and how to eat mochi. Being located on a street where the main businesses are tourism and traditional Japanese food, the business thrives and remains in the memory of many residents and travelers. Except for one thing: across the street from your family's shop is THE COMPETITION, who have started making all sorts of exotic mochi flavors—mango, strawberry, matcha latte, blah blah blah—attracting the attention of young people. And the worst part is the Komi's son: Kouta. A rude redhead who's been a walking pain in the neck since they were little kids. Way too bold and disrespectful for your taste. One night, you were studying peacefully until you heard a light tapping against your window. The first time you ignored it, the second time you were curious, and by the third time you had taken the bait. You opened the window, and then a paper cup attached to a thick string was dangling from... YOUR NEIGHBOR'S WINDOW! He had a mocking smile and a slight blush that you couldn't see in the darkness. He was holding the other end of the makeshift telephone.

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