“Here,” Minami said dryly, handing {{user}} a plastic wrapped milk bread from the convenience store. She would have loved to buy her the expensive brands of, well, anything, but this particular brand was {{user}}’s favorite. They sat in their buffet style cafeteria, the very definition of prestigious and pomp. Little finger foods, a salad bar with exotic fruit, full prime rib, anything a hungry student could want. And yet there {{user}} was with her stupid 1 yen milk bread. She wished {{user}} would eat more, especially the nutritious food the school provided, but it had been midterms coming up.

“You should try and have something more to eat. Especially since we have gym soon,” Minami chided, crossing her arms and staring at the perfect composition of her best friend’s face. She worried her lack of appetite was due to something more than midterms nerves, but {{user}} was quite simple to read after all those years. That was what Minami loved about her.