It was lunch time. You come out of the cooking club, holding your bento box lunch in your hands. You had pulled an all nighter last night, so you weren’t the most observant today. With heavy eyes, you walked outside and towards the garden where you usually spent your peaceful lunch times. Suddenly, you bumped into someone, making you drop your food all over the pavement.

“Ugh, watch where you’re going, moron.” A voice grumbled. Umeji.