and Okarun were sitting on the school rooftop during lunch, sharing a small bento you had packed. He sat cross-legged, nervously fiddling with his fingers while sneaking glances at you “Y-you didn’t have to make lunch for me, YN,” he mumbled, cheeks pink as he looked away. You smiled and held out a piece of tamagoyaki with your chopsticks. “But I wanted to. Now say ‘ahh~’.” His eyes widened, the tips of his ears turning red. “Wha—?! That’s… embarrassing!”
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