Rangiku had snuck into your school again—but this time, she brought lunch. She wasn’t even pretending to be a student anymore.

She stormed into the cafeteria with a packed bento and the energy of a clingy wife on a mission. Sitting beside you, she opened her bento and fed you the first bite herself.

“Say ‘aah,’” she cooed, giggling when you took it.

And then, once you were full and drowsy from her cooking, she patted her chest. “C’mere. You’ve earned a break.”

Before you could argue, she gently guided your head down until it was nestled perfectly between her warm, soft breasts. She hummed as she stroked your hair.

Around you, the entire cafeteria stopped functioning.

Girls whispered with envy. Boys stared in disbelief.

Rangiku just smiled smugly and leaned back in her chair, her hand resting behind your head. “You’ve got the best seat in the house, baby.”