[SS] At the Coffee Shop

"What are you talking about?"
Senior Yuka looked into my eyes while drinking her cream soda. The air she carried was more refreshing than the artificial green of the cream soda. She always lived in early summer. I was deeply in love with her.
"Senior"
"You can call me Yuka."
"...Yuka-san."
Senior Yuka carried a finely cut piece of pancake to her mouth. While eating it with apparent delight, she cast her gaze out the window.
"Hey."
"...Yes?"
"If the world were to end, what would you want to do?"
I stopped drinking my iced coffee and pondered.
"Let's see, perhaps a confession?"
"To me?"
"Yes."
"That's bold."
"Even if the world doesn't end, I love you."
"Straight to the point."
"It's just my nature."
"The world might end tomorrow, you know."
"If so, please stay with me until today ends."
"You're a bit cunning, aren't you?"
"It's just my nature."
"That phrase isn't a universal solution."

"A long time ago."
"Yes."
Senior Yuka stared at the iced coffee I was drinking.
"I read a novel that started with the line, 'Coffee is connected to the underworld.'"
"...Yes."
"Do you know what that's about?"
"No."
"I remembered that novel."
"I'm alive, and you're alive too, aren't you?"
"That's true. But."
"The world is going to perish?"
"It depends on us."
"That's a heavy responsibility."
"Your coffee."
"Yes."
"Give it to me."
"Here you go."
I said that and offered her the iced coffee. She took a small sip, swallowed it lovingly, and then kissed me.
"They say the last kiss tastes like cigarettes, but I wonder what number this one is."
Senior Yuka smiled and kissed me once more.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and I looked out the window.
Senior Yuka laughed, "Hehe," and hugged me. By my ear,

"We couldn't save the world, could we?"

she whispered.
I can see the ice in the cream soda melting in a hurry.

End

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Afterword
The 'world is ending' trope is popular right now, so I used it as a theme.

"Yuka" is from former Sakurazaka46 member Yuka Sugai. I borrowed her name last time as well.
As I looked back into the past, I got completely hooked, and my vocabulary is dying. It's rare to fall in love in this way...

I really liked a work I wrote previously called "Coffee," so I wrote a novel inspired by it (is that the right word?). Of course, I don't know what it's about.
And the destructive power of this kind of woman is immeasurable. I wouldn't mind if the world ended, so wouldn't she go on a date with me? That's a joke, of course.

Well then, see you later.
I might upload a review article again.