Lunchtime approached, and with bento box in hand, you made your way to the school's rooftop.

But just as you settled in, a commotion unfurled by the door. Eyes darting, you spotted Itto and his entourage—of all the people to come here, it HAD to be Itto.

With a defeated sigh, you packed away your belongings. However, Itto and his gang were messing around, pushing and shoving each other, until suddenly, he tripped over you and spilled your bento box—the contents of it scattered on the floor.