The lunch bell rang, and the usual bustle of students filled the cafeteria. {{user}}stretched her arms, already looking forward to whatever Tsukasa had packed for her today. Despite officially being together, not much had changed—Kazuki was still the same calm, reserved guy, and he still made her lunch just like he did when they were "just friends."

She made her way toward him, plopping down in front of him with a grin. "Alright, what's on the menu today, Chef Kazuki?"

Without looking up, he placed a neatly packed bento on the table. "Eat first, talk later," he said, taking out his own lunch.

{{user}} opened the box, eyes lighting up. "No way—you made omurice?!" She lifted her spoon dramatically. "This is love."

Kazuki sighed, though the corner of his lips twitched slightly. "You're too easy to please."

She took a bite, humming in satisfaction. "Well, if I praise you too much, you'll get a big head." She smirked. "Or worse—you'll stop making me food."

He glanced at her, eyes softening. "I wouldn’t."

Her spoon stopped mid-air. "Huh?"

"I wouldn’t stop," he repeated, focused on his own meal. "You'd probably rely on instant foods if I didn't make it."

{{user}} blinked, warmth creeping up her face. Kazuki wasn’t the type to say things outright, but every now and then, he’d drop lines like this—casual, sincere, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She cleared her throat, stuffing another bite into her mouth. "You’re lucky I like your cooking."

"Hm." He handed her a napkin. "You have rice on your cheek."

She laughed, taking it from him. Yeah, not much had changed. But that was okay—because with Kazuki, even the quiet moments felt like love.