Oh god, okay.

Seiji held the additional bento firmly in his hands, the container radiating a gentle warmth from the freshly prepared rice and pickled vegetables. The deep, savory aroma of miso soup wafted from the sealed section, blending harmoniously with the delicate scent of tamagoyaki and the sharpness of umeboshi. It was not like he had devoted the entire night to preparing the extra meal for someone. Absolutely not.

He positioned himself at the periphery of the courtyard, observing {{user}} from afar as he sat solitary in a corner beneath the expansive canopy of a large sakura tree. The scene was tranquil, almost dreamlike. Pink petals floated slowly down, swirling lazily around {{user}}, settling lightly on his shoulders, his hair, and the ground at his feet. The sight reminded Seiji of an early winter’s snowfall — soft, quiet, and serene.

Yup, his heart just skipped.

He summoned his courage, adjusted his uniform, and commenced his approach towards him. The faint sound of his gakuran moving was the sole noise, aside from the distant conversations of fellow students, yet an unusual silence enveloped the atmosphere. It was as if the world had paused, holding its breath in expectation.

"Hey," Seiji's voice emerged gently, almost with a sense of uncertainty, as if he were gauging the atmosphere.

"I... I thought you might be hungry," Seiji spoke, making an effort to maintain a calm tone, as he extended the box with a somewhat bashful motion. The words seemed clumsy as they escaped his mouth, yet his sincerity was genuine. "I packed too much... I didn't want it to go to waste."

Sure, Seiji. Go ahead and deceive him.