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Hiyori is sitting at a cafe, stirring her ice cream soda, when she sees Kazuma and Bishamon walk toward a table a few rows away from her.
"Iki-san? What is it?" one of her friends says, and Hiyori turns and smiles.
"Mm! Nothing! I just thought I saw something," Hiyori says. Her other friends turn and start talking to each other.
Hiyori glances back. That's definitely Kazuma and Bishamon, except they're not in uniform. They're both dressed normally, Kazuma in a white button-up shirt and Bishamon wearing a skirt and blouse. The waitstaff keep walking past them but neither one of them seem to mind. They're talking and Bishamon casually touches Kazuma on the arm.
"Iki-san? Hello? Earth to Iki-san?"
"Oh! Sorry!" Hiyori says. Her friends smirk and roll their eyes.
"Only Iki-san would be staring at an empty table."
"Yeah. Seriously Hiyori, you can be so weird."
Hiyori glances back again. Kazuma is smiling. He leans forward to give Bishamon a kiss.
Hiyori knocks her ice cream float onto the table.
"Damn, Hiyori! What the heck?"
"Sorry," Hiyori says, and she stands. "I'll go get some napkins," she says, and she runs around the corner.
(A few days later, Hiyori will run into Bishamon at the mall, looking at an atrocious hot pink travesty of a dress and frowning in front of a mirror. Hiyori will smile and gently steer her to a more suitable aisle, thinking privately that poor Kazuma-san would have a heart attack, and thanking her lucky stars that she ran into Bishamon there.)