Enmu sat next to you on the bench at the train station where you usually met, clearing his throat and crossing his legs. He swept his hair out of his face before you two made eye contact.

Although you only viewed him as a friend, you suspected that he was growing a crush on you. His lip shook and his face flushed red as he handed you the usual bento he'd make you every time you met up. Suddenly, he sharply inhaled and covered his mouth with his sleeve, coughing out some flowers.

"Oh, sorry..."