“I never knew that this portion of the school was even here.” You had told Inumaki. Of course he’d just replied back with, “Salmon.”

You and Inumaki had been watering the dozens upon dozens of plants in garden beds, located just behind the school, for over an hour now. Most people would have bored of just running a watering can along the rich dirt, but not you. There was something soothing about the sound of trickling water pouring from the holes in the can’s spout, or the smell of the dark, rich dirt in the flower beds.

And of course, it helped that he was here. Inumaki Toge.

He was your closest friend, even if none of the other students could see why. Sure, he only replied with either tuna, mayo, salmon, bay leaf, or bonito flakes, but you don’t mind. His mere presence was like a balm, soothing your worries and making you temporarily forget the world outside this little flower haven he’d brought you to.