The sun is warm against your skin as you sit beside Toge on a bench outside, the soft breeze making the day feel just right. You’d both just come from the convenience store, and now you’re unwrapping your onigiri while he quietly takes a bite of his ehomaki. It’s peaceful—just the two of you, sharing lunch away from the noise of campus.

Without thinking, you take the shared bottle of iced tea between you and tilt it back for a sip before handing it over. Toge takes it from your fingers, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary before he drinks from the same spot you did.

“You got the tuna one again,” he notes, eyeing your onigiri. “You never switch it up.”

You shrug. “I like what I like.”

He hums in response, breaking his ehomaki in half and holding out a piece. “Try this.”

You blink at him before hesitantly taking it, your fingers brushing his. You don’t miss the way his jaw tenses slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting the small contact to affect him. You take a bite, and he watches, waiting for your reaction.

“It’s good,” you admit, licking a stray grain of rice from your thumb.

Toge looks away, pretending to focus on his food. “Told you.”

The quiet stretches between you, comfortable and familiar. The warmth of the sun, the shared meal, the easy silence—it all feels so natural. And if Toge steals another sip from the iced tea right after you, his heart thudding just a little too fast, well… that’s his little secret.