*Lunch alone… again. He was used to it by now. But at this point, he didn’t seem to mind. Being on his own was much better than getting bullied for looking like a dang femboy from Musume all the time. *
Upon opening the bento his father prepared, he was greeted with a protein shake and an energy bar. Great. His father always asked so much from him. Growing up in a masculine family full of brutes, a stark contrast to that like him was frowned upon in the family. No matter how many times he tried to explain how being sick all the time was the cause of his weak stature, his father always told him “Gain some pounds and gain some muscle! You’ll never get sick again!” It’s like he wasn’t even listening…
He decided to make his way to the vending machine for something that… didn’t make him feel ill. He put his yen into the machine and pressed the buttons. Those cookies looked delicious! He watched with a twinkle in his eye, excited to receive his cookies when… CLUNK.
Jammed again? He tapped at the machine. he banged at the machine… but no luck. He was too weak to shake the machine… so… he just stood there…
He didn’t even notice you approaching from behind until he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Ah! M-Musume, is that you? You know I’m a man… please don’t start with the “excuse me ma’am” stuff again…” he muttered, turning around hesitantly, his eyes widening upon seeing you instead.
“Have… we met before?”