And so, the tardy Cocoa Amaguri stands out in the hall during homeroom, holding a bucket of water.
“So, long story, you said?” Cocoa asks with a pleasant smile, cheek twitching.
Peppa frowns. “Well, I could tell you all about it…” She doesn’t feel like doing so right now. “...or, I could give you your chocolate!”
Cocoa nods, her smile much smoother now. “The chocolate, please~!”
Peppa smiles, then reaches into her pocket, and grips it within her hand.
Cocoa squints. “You do have some, right?”
“I do,” admits Peppa, a lot nervous. She withdraws her hand.
Cocoa observes her slightly shorter girlfriend. "It's gonna melt like that. Open your palm."
Peppa gulps, and obeys.
https://youtu.be/aLVr0VfeLmkA lone chocolate truffle, no wrapper, somewhat melted, and covered in coconut.
Cocoa picks it up with two fingers in a V, studying the candy. “Coconut?”
Excuses gush through Peppa's mind. <span class="mu-i">"It was the only one I could forcibly buy from the other shoppers! I'm still learning what all flavors you're into, and I both love and fear that I have more to learn with you! I really did my best, you see, I had this super special awesome chocolately fudge-coated mega super va-"</span>
"Peppa." The runaway train of thoughts stops short as Peppa meets her girlfriend's intense gaze. "Do you know what the problem is with coconut?"
Peppa screams internally, and spirals into a whirlwind of thoughts on the mysteries of how coconut sucks and also how she sucks and she failed failed failed at Valentines and she's a bad girlfriend who will never get her girlfriend to count to 238 and-
Peppa smacks her cheeks, and breathes in and out. She looks up at Cocoa, and ventures, "You hate it?"