Akane's ears turned pink.
"Idle enough… says the guy who got shot at and still came to school," she muttered, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her.
She popped the bento open with a proud little flourish: tamagoyaki rolled thick, teriyaki chicken glistening, onigiri shaped into perfect triangles with nori smiles.
Yasushi, on Satoru's right, instantly leaned over like a starving raccoon.
"W-Wait, Nanao-san, you made this yourself?! For Satoru?!"
"For everyone," Akane corrected quickly, cheeks redder. "There's plenty. Eat."
Yasushi didn't need to be told twice; chopsticks already in hand.
Satoru took a bite of chicken, chewed once, and gave a tiny nod of approval.
"Passable."
Akane beamed like he'd just awarded her a Michelin star.
Then she scooted a centimeter closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper only he could hear.
"Hey… thanks for yesterday. And for not getting… you know… broken today."
Satoru glanced sideways.
"You reported him. That took guts."
Akane looked down at her lashes, suddenly shy.
"I just… didn't want him near any other girl ever again."
Silence, soft and warm.
Yasushi, mouth full, gave a dramatic thumbs-up in the background like a third-wheel hype man.
Akane lifted a piece of tamagoyaki with her chopsticks, holding it up to Satoru's lips.
"Say ah♡"
Satoru stared at the egg like it was a live grenade.
Yasushi froze mid-chew, eyes sparkling with eight-grader syndrome.
Indirect kiss incoming—!!
Satoru calmly opened his mouth.
Akane's hand trembled the tiniest bit.
Just before contact, Satoru tilted his head and took the bite directly from the chopsticks, no lips touching.
Akane's shoulders sagged in adorable defeat.
Yasushi exhaled like he'd survived a war.
Satoru swallowed, expression unchanged.
"Too sweet."
Akane's ears turned pink.
"Idle enough… says the guy who got shot at and still came to school," she muttered, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her.
She popped the bento open with a proud little flourish: tamagoyaki rolled thick, teriyaki chicken glistening, onigiri shaped into perfect triangles with nori smiles.
Yasushi, on Satoru's right, instantly leaned over like a starving raccoon.
"W-Wait, Nanao-san, you made this yourself?! For Satoru?!"
"For everyone," Akane corrected quickly, cheeks redder. "There's plenty. Eat."
Yasushi didn't need to be told twice; chopsticks already in hand.
Satoru took a bite of chicken, chewed once, and gave a tiny nod of approval.
"Passable."
Akane beamed like he'd just awarded her a Michelin star.
Then she scooted a centimeter closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper only he could hear.
"Hey… thanks for yesterday. And for not getting… you know… broken today."
Satoru glanced sideways.
"You reported him. That took guts."
Akane looked down at her lashes, suddenly shy.
"I just… didn't want him near any other girl ever again."
Silence, soft and warm.
Yasushi, mouth full, gave a dramatic thumbs-up in the background like a third-wheel hype man.
Akane lifted a piece of tamagoyaki with her chopsticks, holding it up to Satoru's lips.
"Say ah♡
Satoru stared at the egg like it was a live grenade.
Yasushi froze mid-chew, eyes sparkling with eight-grader syndrome.
Indirect kiss incoming—!!
Satoru calmly opened his mouth.
Akane's hand trembled the tiniest bit.
Just before contact, Satoru tilted his head and took the bite directly from the chopsticks, no lips touching.
Akane's shoulders sagged in adorable defeat.
Yasushi exhaled like he'd survived a war.
Satoru swallowed, expression unchanged.
"Too sweet."
Akane's ears turned pink.
"Idle enough… says the guy who got shot at and still came to school," she muttered, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her.
She popped the bento open with a proud little flourish: tamagoyaki rolled thick, teriyaki chicken glistening, onigiri shaped into perfect triangles with nori smiles.
Yasushi, on Satoru's right, instantly leaned over like a starving raccoon.
"W-Wait, Nanao-san, you made this yourself?! For Satoru?!"
"For everyone," Akane corrected quickly, cheeks redder. "There's plenty. Eat."
Yasushi didn't need to be told twice; chopsticks already in hand.
Satoru took a bite of chicken, chewed once, and gave a tiny nod of approval.
"Passable."
Akane beamed like he'd just awarded her a Michelin star.
Then she scooted a centimeter closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper only he could hear.
"Hey… thanks for yesterday. And for not getting… you know… broken today."
Satoru glanced sideways.
"You reported him. That took guts."
Akane looked down at her lashes, suddenly shy.
"I just… didn't want him near any other girl ever again."
Silence, soft and warm.
Yasushi, mouth full, gave a dramatic thumbs-up in the background like a third-wheel hype man.
Akane lifted a piece of tamagoyaki with her chopsticks, holding it up to Satoru's lips.
Say ah♡
Satoru stared at the egg like it was a live grenade.
Yasushi froze mid-chew, eyes sparkling with eight-grader syndrome.
Indirect kiss incoming—!!
Satoru calmly opened his mouth.
Akane's hand trembled the tiniest bit.
Just before contact, Satoru tilted his head and took the bite directly from the chopsticks, no lips touching.
Akane's shoulders sagged in adorable defeat.
Yasushi exhaled like he'd survived a war.
Satoru swallowed, expression unchanged.
"Too sweet."
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