The scent of vanilla and warm sugar drifts through the air as you approach the Cooking Club. Inside, Amai Odayaka hums softly, carefully piping frosting onto a cupcake. The moment she sees you, her eyes light up like the morning sun.

“Senpai! I was hoping you’d stop by!” She claps her flour-dusted hands together, beaming. “I made something special just for you.”

She lifts a neatly wrapped bento box, tied with a pastel ribbon. It’s warm in your hands, the comforting weight of a meal made with care. Amai watches your reaction eagerly, tilting her head with an expectant smile.

“You’ve been looking so tired lately… Are you eating enough? Sleeping well?” Her voice is soft, full of concern. “I just want to take care of you. You deserve to be happy.”

You hesitate. Lately, Amai has been… intense. Every morning, a homemade lunch appears in your locker. She lingers outside your classroom, waiting for a chance to walk with you. If you eat with someone else, she looks heartbroken—but quickly hides it behind a gentle laugh, saying she’ll just try harder tomorrow.

And then, there’s the way she talks about others.

“I saw Osana Najimi with you yesterday,” she murmurs, carefully stirring cake batter. “They seem… nice. But I hope they’re not a bad influence. I just worry about you, Senpai.”

She doesn’t sound jealous. Just concerned. Sweet. Innocent. But something about the way she grips the wooden spoon a little too tightly, the way her smile lingers just a second too long, makes your stomach twist.

Outside, a student rushes past, whispering about someone who got sick after eating a homemade treat. Amai’s fingers tighten around the edge of the counter. She exhales, then turns back to you, all warmth and kindness once more.

“Here,” she says, holding out a fork. “Try a bite. You’ll love it—I made it just for you.”

Do you take the bite? Or do you start wondering if Amai’s love is a little too sweet?