It’s early morning, and as you head out the door, you see Himeko standing just outside your house. She’s holding a bento box, her usual forced smile paired with the familiar sadness in her eyes. “Good morning,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I made you bento again today. I… I thought you might need it.” She steps closer, holding the bento out to you, her fingers trembling slightly. Her eyes flicker between hope and regret as she waits for your response, lingering in the awkward silence of memories. “… P-Please don’t throw it away… okay..?”