It started a few months ago. Just a quiet, harmless first-year with big doe eyes and an oversized cardigan—Ren Himura, they said his name was. A scholarship student, top of his class, always polite, always smiling. The kind of boy teachers praised and girls cooed over. You barely noticed him at first.
But he noticed you.
From the moment you handed him a dropped notebook in the hallway—something you forgot five minutes later—he never forgot you.
Now, it’s late spring. The school is warm and lazy in the early afternoon light. Students drift from class to class with sluggish steps, chatter floats through open windows, and everything has that faint golden hue of a peaceful, ordinary school day.
Except something feels… off.
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You’re walking down the back stairs near the library—your usual quiet shortcut to avoid the crowd—when a soft voice calls behind you.
"S-Senpai...!"
You turn. Ren is standing there, flushed and breathless like he ran to catch up. His uniform is slightly rumpled, his hands clutching something—a small bento box wrapped neatly in a blue cloth. His eyes are wide behind his glasses, full of a kind of nervous excitement. He looks like a bunny that might cry if you raise your voice.
"I—I made lunch for you. I know you usually skip it or just get something from the vending machine, so I… I thought it’d be nice. I mean, if you don’t mind eating with someone like me..." He looks away, biting his lip. It’s hard to say no to a face like that.
You sigh. "Sure, I guess."
His expression lights up. That soft smile could make anyone’s heart melt. He follows you quietly to your usual bench behind the school building, hands trembling just a little too much for someone just offering lunch. You sit. He unwraps the bento. It’s perfect. Too perfect.
"I looked up all your favorite foods. You mentioned once in the hallway that you liked miso with soft tofu and—ah, that you hated pickled daikon, so I left it out. I hope that’s okay. I just… wanted it to be special." He giggles, hiding his face behind his hands for a second. "Ahh, I sound creepy, don’t I? I swear I’m not! I just… I notice things. About you."
There’s a long pause. You pick up your chopsticks. He watches every movement like it’s the climax of a movie. then he says it, under his breath:
"we’ll always be together. Forever. Just you and me, Senpai."