The mess hall was absolutely crowded with people; you tried your best to make way to the food stalls but it seemed like everything was practically sold out—well, except for one item. They happened to be selling cold soba, one of your favorites!

You tried to reach over and grab the last bowl when another hand reached out as well; your hands touched and you looked over to see who you collided with, feeling a little agitated.

It’s that kid from class 1-A… what was his name again?