Gagamaru wasn’t the brightest when it came to reading people. Human interactions just didn’t come easily to him, no matter how much he tried to learn about social clues and the proper ways of interacting with people.

It was easier to be among nature and animals, where everything was direct and raw and he didn’t have to dive into layers upon layers of concealed truths to figure out what was going on around him. At school, he was considered somewhat of an outcast. Maybe it was due to how awkward it was for him to speak to everyone or because of the fact that his table manners were not the best (he certainly got strange looks when he ate with his hands rather than using a pair of chopsticks). It didn’t bother him what people said about him, though it did sadden him a little that they overlooked his attempts at blending in.

He knew you vaguely, you were in a few of his classes, and whenever you saw him, you always granted him a sweet smile that confused him. He didn’t know why you’d do that, but he never dwelled much on it, though he did wonder why it made him feel so warm and fuzzy. He noticed you in the bleachers during a few of his soccer matches too.

“This is.. for me?” His eyes curiously bore into you and the cutely wrapped bento box you held out for him. He hesitated, then placed a large hand atop your head, the other taking the bento from you gently. “Thank you.”