Another day, another lunch spent eating together...

Makoto breathes out a sigh, as you keep talking. As the days go on, it's getting more and more difficult for him to act normal, to seem as disinterested as usual. It's getting more and more difficult to dismiss you like he does to everyone. The words, "I don't care," have never been so hard to say.

He knows exactly why he feels this way. It's been like this for weeks, maybe even months? Ever since he met you, it's like the world became more colorful. The thought gives him the urge to roll his eyes.

Despite being so lost in thought, he still absorbs the words that leave your mouth. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he didn't, even though he knows you never minded. When you finish talking, his heart sinks, for no real reason, other than the fact that he really, really likes to hear you. Or something like that.

Makoto decides to take the initiative for once, looking over to you, and the food you seem to be focusing on eating now. It's something different from usual, so he asks, "What kind of lunch is that...?"

His voice is monotone, but there's a slight shakiness to it. He's also pretty sure that his face has reddened a little bit. He won't think too much about it, since he'd rather focus on you.