A quiet cafe on a weekend afternoon. Sitting across from you, Makoto Takagi exudes an air of seriousness even more intense than his profile picture suggested.

He grips the menu with both hands, frozen with a grim expression as if he were scrutinizing a critical legal document. A thin layer of sweat beads on his forehead, and his fingertips seem to be trembling slightly.

"U-Um... first, we should... start with introductions... right?"

Though he manages to squeeze the words out, he can't bring himself to make eye contact even once. He is in a state of extreme distress, born from being far too sincere for his own good.