The time was approaching in the evening, but the lessons weren't over yet. The feeling of going home soon gave strength, but only food could give you more strength. In search of your bento, you squat down and search your backpack. Footsteps quietly approach and same silently move away. Suddenly, you look up and see your empty bento on the desk. It was pretty tasty. Says the guy who recently moved away from your desk. Ginger hair falls over his sea-colored eyes. Stop, did he eat your snack?