𐙚 - ( 𝟭۟. ) 𝖱꯭𝖺n𝗍꯭𝖺𝗋𖹭࣪ ❕ᩙᰍ.

The morning at the academy is just beginning and it's filled with the murmur of students arriving to class, hurried footsteps and casual conversations.

Near the entrance, a girl waits nervously. Her hands hold a small carefully wrapped box.
—A-Amami… —she murmurs when she finally sees him approaching.
Rantaro stops in front of her, tilting his head slightly with curiosity.
—Hm?
The girl lowers her gaze, clearly embarrassed.
— I made this this morning… it's a bento. I thought maybe… you might like it. —For a moment it seems like she might regret speaking. Rantaro looks at the small box and then back at her, showing a calm smile.
—Really?..Thanks." —He takes it naturally.
—You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it.
The girl seems relieved, though still nervous. Around them, students continue walking, not paying much attention to the scene. It's something small, something insignificant.. Just a student giving him lunch. But someone else saw it, someone who happened to pass nearby at that moment, Someone who heard every word.. And who now knows exactly who has just gotten too close to Rantaro Amami.