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Also read Aoba’s POV story
{Hello, I’m back here again with Koujaku’s story! I’M SORRY IF TRANSLATION IS NOT ACCURATE, THESE ARE NOT OFFICIAL, JUST MY OWN! Mink’s story will come next!}
Aoba: Hey, Ren. When will Koujaku be back?
Ren: Today is Koujaku’s birthday, he will certainly come home soon.
Aoba: Even so, he said he would work until 10, then surely come back.
Aoba: Being a hairdresser pays well.
Ren: Koujaku’s reputation is fairly good.
Aoba: Then that means, it makes more money this way?
Aoba: Well, if this area is a good place to live…Finally, made it to the third floor. Has Koujaku returned?
Koujaku: Coming, coming…Oh. It’s Aoba!
Koujaku: Good work to you too, Aoba. Come on in.
Aoba: Sorry for intruding.
Koujaku: You can sit right there. Want anything to drink?
Aoba: Sure, but before that…Here. Happy Birthday.
Koujaku: Oh, thanks. Sorry for the inconvenience of the whole year.
Ren: Happy Birthday, Koujaku.
Koujaku: Thank you too, Ren.
Aoba: Well, today is just a little party. Tomorrow will be the real thing. And we’ll get to eat granny’s cooking!
Koujaku: Ahh…about that, I’m really sorry. Today I had an important service.
Aoba: No worries. Granny said it’s fine, because it makes things a little easier.
Koujaku: That so. Hearing that, I’m relieved.
Beni: Yo! Aoba and Ren! Thanks for coming!
Aoba: Sorry for the inconvenience, Beni.
Ren: Beni, I’m glad to see you.
Aoba: Little by little, you’re acting more calmly.
Koujaku: Huh? What do you mean? Do I come off as rude and rough?
Aoba: That’s not it, I mean if it was because of your work
Koujaku: Well, you might be right….Huh? Don’t tell me it’s…Sake? and Brandy? And it looks quite expensive.
Aoba: Well, it’s your birthday, and I thought to give you something good. But I really don’t know much about sakes, so I asked Yoshie-san for help.
Aoba: She said if it’s a present to give to a grown man, it absolutely had to be this.
Koujaku: Hahaha, an adult, huh? As expected from Yoshie-san. But this is definitely a good sake. But honestly…I feel that there is something missing for me to drink it.
Koujaku: It like you’re telling me to hurry up and become a man worthy enough to drink it.
Aoba: Huh? I didn’t really mean it like that.
Koujaku: I’m kidding. But, I’m really happy though. Anyways, let’s open this up and try it!
Aoba: I see, I’m glad you liked it.
Koujaku: It’s really good, you want a drink?
Aoba: But, isn’t it too strong?
Koujaku: I guess it is. It might be a bit strong for you.
Aoba: I’m weak with alcohol. I’ll pass.
Koujaku: You are really weak when it comes to alcohol, it’s better to stop.
Aoba: (irritated) I’m not really that bad.
Koujaku: No, no, no, you are. You just don’t remember, because you were drunk.
Aoba: I’m not that bad, okay! Right, Ren?
Ren: … I can’t confirm you’re not bad.
Beni: It’s true! I agree with Ren!
Aoba: Eeeeh! What’s going on here?! I…am I really that bad with alcohol?
Koujaku: You really don’t remember? The last time you drank…you tried to kiss me.
Koujaku: You don’t remember?
Aoba: Are you serious? …Wha? …Huh?
Koujaku: You came onto me, you pushed my chair down, and then you grabbed my face and kissed me.
Koujaku: (Laughing) Sorry. It was a lie, a lie, I was joking.
Aoba: *gurgling sound* *crunch up paper bag*
Koujaku: Really, excuse me. You were taking it so seriously.
Koujaku: Aoba~ I’m sorry~ Don’t be mad.
Beni: Don’t be mad, Aoba!~
Aoba: Why were you laughing?
Aoba: You were laughing!!
Koujaku: Ah…no, not that…watching you reminds me of the past.
Koujaku: Yeah, you don’t remember? You said you wanted to celebrate my birthday and remembered birthday cakes, you said you wanted to bake a cake for me.
Aoba: Huh? …Uh? Did that really happened?
Koujaku: You, you said you didn’t want help from Tae-san, but you failed. The dough was small and burned and the whipped cream was all melted and watery.
Aoba: Eh? Did…Did I really do that?
Koujaku: Yeah, I remembered it very well. When I said I was gonna eat it, you got mad saying don’t eat it, it’s bad, you’ll make another one.
Aoba: You’re not lying again, huh?
Aoba: Aw man…if that’s true, that’s really embarrassing! I don’t remember at all! This discussion of our childhood…
Koujaku: But you know, it was really tasty.
Aoba: That’s definitely a lie, no matter what.
Koujaku: It’s true. You burned so many cakes. You stood there crying covered in sugar and milk. But you gave it your best to make me a cake, though; after all it wasn’t that bad.
Koujaku: I ate everything without leaving a crumb. I told you it was delicious, but you didn’t believe me. Even though the most important ingredient was love.
Ren: Aoba, love is not something that can be seen, but it can still be an ingredient?
Aoba: Don’t ask that! Besides, I don’t remember something as that old! It doesn’t matter, it’s not normal to say love is an ingredient!
Koujaku: Of course it is. I didn’t say anything wrong, huh? And for me, it was such a precious moment. Moreover, I want you to do it again, make me a birthday cake.
Koujaku: You can cook now, right?
Aoba: Cooking and baking are two different things!
Koujaku: Even if you make mistakes, the important thing is that you did for me.
Beni: What’s the problem, Aoba? It doesn’t cost you to try and get some practice in it too!
Ren: Aoba, if you need, I can find a recipe.
Aoba: Don’t flatter yourself!
Koujaku: I’ll be looking forward to it.
Aoba: You…! …Don’t complain if it takes two days.
Aoba: Because…I never made a…
Koujaku: Aoba, don’t tell me…
Aoba: Since you insist so much … I have no choice … and now … you’re more important…
Koujaku: Ah, I’ll be waiting.
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