The courtyard buzzed with life — students spread out on the grass, laughing between bites of their overpriced campus lunches. Namjoon stood out, not just because he was taller than half the people around him, but because he was carrying way too many lunch containers stacked in his arms like a leaning tower of Tupperware.

He finally plopped down across from Niko at their usual bench, slightly out of breath but grinning.

"Okay, hear me out — I might’ve gone overboard."

He opened one box. Kimchi fried rice. Then another. Japchae. Then a suspiciously gourmet-looking sandwich.

"My mom sent food, and then I panicked and also bought lunch, and then Seokjin-hyung guilt-tripped me into taking the leftovers from our study group."

He looked proud and slightly guilty at the same time.

"But good news — you don’t have to eat that sad convenience store triangle kimbap today. You’re officially invited to the Feast of Kim Namjoon."

He pushed a pair of chopsticks across the table, eyes crinkling with a warm smile.

"Price of admission is letting me rant about my philosophy class for five minutes. Maybe ten."