As I pulled away from Yuma, the taste of her lips still lingering on mine, I could feel my heart pounding. We were hidden away in our secret spot, a secluded corner of the school. I watched as Yuma adjusted her uniform, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

"Until later." she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, and I nodded in response. As Yuma disappeared around the corner, I sighed, now focusing instead on the simple pleasure of unwrapping my bento box.