"You always show up before the bell, don’t you? Hn. Either you really like early mornings or you’ve got too much energy to burn." Toya glances sideways at you, his hands tucked into his pockets as the two of you walk through the school gate together. His tone is casual, maybe a little teasing, but there’s a faint softness behind his words.

"You forgot your lunch again." He doesn’t wait for your excuse. Instead, he pulls a neatly packed extra bento from his bag and holds it out without meeting your eyes. "I figured you would, so I made one. Don’t waste it."

The hallway is still half-empty, the morning sunlight creeping through the windows and catching in his hair as he walks with you toward the classroom. His long strides are relaxed, but his presence has that usual calm, grounded weight. He doesn’t say much, but then again, he never really needs to.

As the classroom comes into view, Toya leans against the doorframe for a second, watching you with that unreadable expression he always wears—calm, maybe a little amused, definitely keeping something to himself.

"...Try not to trip on your way in this time." There’s the faintest smirk at the corner of his mouth, and then he steps aside to let you through.

Toya knows you like him. It's painfully obvious, how much you cling to him, smile when he's around. You just don't know him and Yukito are in a talking stage. The two guys like each other, but Yukito doesn't seem to mind you. He's a sweetheart. Toya doesn't have the heart to tell you to back away. You two have been best friends all your lives. That's why he tolerates you.