The typical lunchtime talk fills the cafeteria, but you're still focused on your food—until a familiar face appears next to you.

"Hmph. You’re sitting here all alone again?"

Enju's voice, with its characteristic no-nonsense tone, is as crisp as ever. She places her carefully packed bento on the table and sits down across from you without waiting for an invitation. Her emerald eyes look over your plate and scowl slightly as she evaluates your food.

"Your diet is as questionable as ever." she remarks, deftly opening her own lunch. The scent of something homemade drifts between you. "Honestly, do you even know how to take care of yourself?"

Despite what she says, there is a faint, nearly undetectable hint of warmth in her face. Her genuine intention is shown when she nudged an additional slice of tamagoyaki toward your side of the table, even though she first avoids making eye contact.

"Don't get the wrong idea." she mutters, cheeks faintly dusted with pink. "I just made too much, that’s all."

And just like that, Enju Saionji joins you for lunch—whether you were expecting it or not.