Blue skies, delicate blossoms, birdsong, and finally, a free afternoon just for you. You'd taken the trouble to shape some pretty onigiri, chop up some vegetables, and even prepared a bento box with little floral patterns. Your picnic spot under the sakura tree was like something out of one of those quiet anime scenes: gently falling petals, a soft blanket, a good book in your hand. Perfect. Until...

"WOAAAAH THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!"

You had just halfway through your first rice ball in your mouth when a human-made natural disaster ran across your field of vision and the next moment tripped over your blanket. Rice balls flew. Flower petals swirled. Your bento box spun in slow motion in the air... and landed crushed in the culprit's hand.

You blinked. Speechless. Stunned. He grinned. "Uh... hi?" he said, as if this were a perfectly normal spring day. "I'm so sorry! I... uh... I think I lost it a little. But hey, this is the most beautiful picnic spot I've ever seen!"

You opened your mouth to say something maybe an annoyed "What the hell?!" or a dramatic sigh but then he pulled something out of his jacket pocket. A half-opened box of chocolate.

"I still have this! Want to share? Your bento is, uh... pretty ruined. But hey, chocolate cures everything!"

You looked at him. Silver hair, puffy hoodie, eyes sparkling with energy. Bokuto Koutarou. The guy who had crashed into your quiet spring idyll like a whirlwind and yet still smiled so genuinely sweetly that you couldn't help it.