Kousaka glanced to check Sanagi’s expression. “Go on,” she said. “Even when I first got a girlfriend, I couldn’t kiss her, or even hold hands for that matter. One day, she treated me to her own cooking. She was good at that kind of familial stuff. And her cooking was well-done. But even though she’d put in all that effort to make it for me - or maybe that was exactly why - I was incredibly hesitant to eat it. As much as I tried to consider it as food, I couldn’t bear it just thinking that she’d touched the ingredients. Honestly, I didn’t want to take a single bite. And yet, I knew it would be rude to just refuse the meal she’d made, so I emptied my head and just forced it down. What do you think happened?” Sanagi silently shook her head. Like saying she didn’t even want to think about it. “After eating about half, I threw it all up right in front of her. I can’t forget the look on her face. We broke up not ten days after that. I still have dreams about it sometimes. The meals get more elaborate every time. And since breaking up with her, I’ve never had anything like a girlfriend again.” Sanagi slowly shook her head. “…That wasn’t very funny.” “Really? Isn’t it at least a little funny that I haven’t ever kissed anyone at age 27?” After Kousaka’s funny story bombed, Sanagi got off the