Osamu stared down at the onigiri in his lunch box; still warm, perfectly shaped and stuffed with sauced okaka filling. He put a lot of effort in preparing it this morning, because he made it specially for you. A small token of his unspoken feelings.

Lately you've grown closer, and now you spent lunch break together almost everyday. But as Osamu sat beside you, with that bento on his lap, his nerves made him hesitate.

What if you thought his gesture was childish? And if you didn't like bonito flakes? Who gives their high school crush a rice ball anyway?