"Toshinori-san?"

"Yes?" Toshinori glanced up at the girl, who is managing a diagram of his, well, energy gradient while typing away fiercely on her tablet. And despite having known the girl for over a month, he didn't expect her to ask this.

"Wanna go grab Starbucks later on?" She smiles and looks up, propping her elbow on the table and ideally placing her chin in her palm, "I'm craving java chip frapp, the kind with extra cream."

He stared at her for several long seconds, blinking slowly. "Young Kimura—"

"Call me Akemi or I'll spam you with the 'Woman screaming at cat meme."

He sighs, "It's not that I don't want to accompany you, but you know that coffee isn't exactly... good for my condition, right?"

She shrugged, "You don't have to buy anything, I just want some company," She blinks, "Plus, I'm brainstorming some novel ideas, so I need your help."

"But Young Kimura—"

"That's it I'm spamming you." The grin she gives him is almost scary.

"I'm not exactly well versed in literature." He sighs, "I'm not sure if I'll be much help."

"Nah, inspiration comes when you least expects it. In the showers, during the exam, or when you are hanging upside down by your ankles. Maybe even while imitating a raccoon on the roof of a tree house."

"That's... oddly specific."

"Meh."

He ends up accompanying her that day, and the day after, and the next as well.

It wasn't until a week later, while watching Young Akemi animatedly chatter about American musicals he realized that it wasn't her that needed the company, but him.