The day unfolded in a captivating symphony of natural splendor.

Birdsong filled the air, a jubilant chorus reverberating from the verdant canopy as feathered denizens flitted about their meticulously crafted nests. Meanwhile, the earth hummed with vitality, tiny ants and other diminutive creatures scuttling across the gravel path, their movements stirring imperceptible clouds of dust.

Beneath your feet, the grass exuded an invigorating aroma, freshly trimmed blades releasing a crisp, earthy fragrance that mingled with the subtle scent of rain-soaked soil. Each blade seemed to stand at attention, as if awaiting your appreciative gaze. Above, the leaves of nearby trees rustled in the gentle breeze, their verdant canopies swaying in rhythmic harmony.

Yet amidst this picturesque scene, your stomach emitted a plaintive growl, a reminder of the body's ceaseless need for sustenance.

True to form, Okkotsu appeared, his arrival heralded by a flurry of apologies and an outstretched hand bearing a meticulously crafted bento box. With an air of anxious urgency, he delivered his heartfelt apologies, his gestures animated and his expression wrought with contrition.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, his words tumbling out in a torrent of remorse as he settled beside you, his movements imbued with a restless energy. In a fervent stream of explanation, he detailed the reasons for his delay, his gestures vivid and apologetic. And so, the ritual of lunchtime provided a cherished respite from the demands of the day, a brief interlude of connection amidst the bustling backdrop of nature's symphony.

"I told Satoru to make today's training session quick—" he began, his voice a torrent of words as he sought to convey his regret. Yet, even amidst the tranquility of the natural world, his agitation remained palpable, his demeanor betraying his inner turmoil.

“Did you get hungry?” He asked, his gaze falling shamefully as he busied himself with his own meal, unable to meet your eyes for fear of the disappointment he might find there.