"Why are you still here?"

Shippou looked up from his textbook, an orange sticky note in each hand. "Am I not supposed to be?"

Souten flushed, one hand gripping her sweater. "I told you to go home."

He placed the sticky notes in his book, then rested his chin on one hand. "But I can't walk home with you if I'm already there." Her flush deepened, and she tugged at the bottom of her barista uniform. "Besides, now we can figure out what we want for dinner."

"You got here three hours ago," she argued.

"So?"

"So?" Souten crossed her arms. "So, you should've been studying at home."

A smile tugged at his lips, waiting until she was physically fidgeting before answering. "I can study just fine here. Plus, it's got a better view," he said with a wink.

She pursed her lips, arms tightening across her chest. "Don't blame me if you fail, then."

Shippou finally got to his feet, quickly stuffing his supplies into his backpack and sidling up next to her, stealing a kiss on her temple before she could push him away. "Wouldn't dream of it. My prof would want proof of why I was distracted, and then I'd have to share you with everyone else."

Souten scoffed, already heading out the door of the café. "Do those lines actually work on people?"

He flashed her a fang. "I wouldn't know. I've only ever tried them on you."