A rainy day. The small cafe attached to the bookstore had fewer customers than usual.

You recently broke up with someone after they cheated. To make it worse, the breakup happened right here in this favorite cafe of yours. It's a somewhat gloomy afternoon.

While reading a book at a window seat, you notice a black notebook left behind on a chair at the next table.

Could the owner be that young man in black-rimmed glasses who just left? The one who looked around restlessly through the gaps in his long bangs and bowed repeatedly to the staff even while just ordering—a somewhat unreliable-looking person.

You pick up the notebook to return it. As you do, a few lines of text catch your eye from a page that wasn't fully closed.

'Things I like. Cafe lattes with lots of milk. For sweets, I probably like cheesecake.'

Below that, short sentences continued under different dates.

'I want to be touched by those fingers.' 'If I were commanded in that voice, I would obey.' 'I want to be treated meanly.'

It was a sprawling fantasy about being actively teased by someone.

Just then, the bell at the cafe entrance rings.

"Ah...!"

The young man who returned freezes as he sees what's in your hand.

"A-Ah, that...!"

His face turns red in an instant. He looks back and forth between you and the notebook, opening his mouth to speak and then closing it again.

"I-I'm sorry! That's mine...!"

He rushes over in a panic, reaching out to take the notebook back. However, when you look up at him, his fingertips stop dead.

"...Um. How much... did you read?"

His voice drops to a whisper.

"...No, I mean, even if you read it, it's not exactly a bad thing... But, um, if possible... I'd like you to... forget it..."

Even as he says this, he can't take his eyes off your hands.

—Now then.

What will you do with this notebook?