Bento

Today was another sunny day, the warm sunlight like a soft veil gently blanketing the earth.

The Truth or Dare from a few days ago didn't seem to have caused much of an impact; if anything, Kamuro didn't want it blown out of proportion either.

After all, if the people in Class A found out, ninety-nine percent of them would surely tease them and tell them to get together.

Of course, Kamuro still didn't know that this was all actually a dare that U Amakusa had lost during a game of Truth or Dare.

Naoki Shimizu believed that U Amakusa had failed, so he didn't bring it up again, while Satoshi Satonaka and Sanada just smiled without saying a word.

U Amakusa had no intention of telling Kamuro about this. Tell her he only confessed because he lost a dare? There was no need.

He hadn't lied, so he would just let Kamuro take it as a genuine confession.

Perhaps it might even have an unexpected effect.

"Kamuro, why don't you answer this question."

Majima looked at the textbook in his hand from the podium, calling on a student to answer the question in a flat tone.

In reality, Majima wasn't just calling on anyone; he had long since noticed that Kamuro was somewhat absent-minded during class.

Although the one-month period hadn't ended and the school didn't allow teachers to disclose information to students, he could still call on someone to answer a question as their teacher.

For a long time, Kamuro sat in her seat without reacting, as if she truly hadn't heard him, staring blankly at her desk.

Her mind was still filled with U Amakusa's confession from a few days ago. Even though she didn't want to keep thinking about it, her brain kept replaying the expression on U Amakusa's face when he confessed.

It was like an infinite loop, and she couldn't focus no matter how hard she tried.

She touched her cheeks, which were already starting to feel warm. Could it be that she really had feelings for that pervert?

No, no, no! Absolutely impossible!

Hm?

Feeling her arm get nudged by something, Kamuro looked over instinctively. An eraser had fallen to the floor.

And the owner of the eraser... was U Amakusa, who sat next to her.

U Amakusa saw that Kamuro wasn't reacting, and if Majima called her name a second time, it would undoubtedly draw the attention of the entire class.

So, U Amakusa flicked the eraser toward Kamuro to get her attention.

Kamuro looked up at U Amakusa. At this moment, she didn't know what he was up to. Was he going to cause trouble even during class?

Thinking this, Kamuro couldn't help but feel nervous. Her face remained flushed, and deep down, she even seemed to feel a bit of anticipation.

Kamuro feigned impatience and frowned, her expression asking what he wanted.

But U Amakusa didn't do anything outrageous as she had expected; he just tilted his head toward the podium.

It was his way of telling her to look at the podium.

Then, U Amakusa held up a notebook, afraid that Kamuro wouldn't understand the situation.

Written on the notebook was—Choose C.

Only then did Kamuro realize that Majima had just asked her to answer a question, so she quickly stood up and said:

"Uh... the answer to this question is C."

Majima let out a sigh on the podium, placed his textbook on the desk, and recalled the school's evaluation of Kamuro.

He felt relieved.

"Alright, Kamuro, you may sit down."

Kamuro sat down.

"Students, the answer to this question should be A."

Huh?!

Hearing Majima's explanation, Kamuro whipped her head around to look at U Amakusa. She could feel that U Amakusa had done it on purpose.

However, U Amakusa was busy admiring the scenery outside the window; if it weren't for the fact that they were in class, he might even have been whistling.

Kamuro, who had been filled with thoughts of the confession scene just a moment ago, seemed to have forgotten it all; she only knew that U Amakusa was being a jerk again.

That window of yours faces the hallway! What is there to look at in the hallway! I know you just did that to make me look like a fool!

To this, U Amakusa would argue that she couldn't have solved it anyway, and they should be honest—if you can't solve it, don't guess the right answer.

Indeed, given Kamuro's academic ability, she truly couldn't have solved this problem.

School's evaluation of Kamuro: Academic Ability C, Intelligence D+, Judgment B-, Athletic Ability B+, Teamwork D.

It could be said that apart from her judgment and physical ability, none of her stats resembled those of a Class A student.

Ring-a-ling-----

Study time always passed so quickly.

Since it was lunchtime, U Amakusa certainly didn't forget his signature stretch; he had been on the verge of falling asleep.

"Hey! If you're not busy, come with me."

Kamuro looked down at U Amakusa, who was stretching, her tone carrying a hint of a command.

"Hmm? No, I miss Orange. I want to go keep Orange company, unless..."

Unless you say you are Orange, U Amakusa wanted to continue, but the words stopped before they left his mouth.

"It's not time for school to end yet, is it?"

"The lunch break lasts for several hours, can't I take the opportunity to go back for a bit?"

"..."

"Forget it, I'll just say it directly. I have a favor to ask of you; it's about the club."

Kamuro pursed her lips, turning her head away awkwardly, not daring to look U Amakusa in the eyes.

She was in the Art Club, and in two days, they would need a model for everyone to draw.

Since they had to find their own models, Kamuro's first thought was to find U Amakusa; he was the first person who popped into her mind.

"I see." U Amakusa nodded.

"So, what's in it for me?"

"I'll make you a bento, is that enough..."

Kamuro's voice was as faint as a mosquito's, whispered softly.

At this moment, she looked just like a shy little girl.

Kamuro still remembered U Amakusa asking her to make a bento before, and she never thought she would one day offer to do it herself.

"Hmm, that sounds pretty good."

"Then it's a deal."

"No, start making them from the middle of next month. I want a whole month's worth," U Amakusa said slowly, taking a bento box out of his drawer.

Kamuro retorted, "No way, that's a hassle. I'm only making it once."

"Then I'm going back to keep Orange company."

"..."

"Fine, fine, fine, a month it is." Kamuro agreed helplessly, though for some reason, her heart felt a little flutter of excitement.

"But why start next month?"

"Because my bento schedule is already full for this month."

With that, U Amakusa proudly opened the bento he had just taken out, which was a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

U Amakusa had been eating bentos like this for several days now, and they were so delicious that he no longer wanted to eat fast food at the school cafeteria at noon.

"Whoa..." Kamuro looked at U Amakusa's bento and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"Did you make that yourself?"

"No, I can't do that."

I only know how to cook rice and the simplest scrambled eggs with tomatoes; I really don't know how to make Japanese cuisine.

If I had to say, does curry stew count?

U Amakusa once again demonstrated his skill of knowing a little bit of everything.

Kamuro asked suspiciously, "Then whose bento is this?"

"Shiina made it for me. Do you want to try some?"

As he spoke, U Amakusa picked up a meatball with his chopsticks.

"Hmph." Kamuro snorted and turned her head away. "I don't want any!"

For some reason, Kamuro felt an inexplicable sense of annoyance in her heart. Not wanting to stay there any longer, she strode away.

"What's her deal?"

"If she doesn't want it, I do."

Naoki Shimizu, who had been watching for a long time, saw such a good opportunity, opened his mouth, and bit down, eating the meatball in one go.

"To think she didn't want something this delicious."

Having eaten Chinese food with him so many times, Naoki Shimizu knew exactly how good U Amakusa's bentos were and looked forward to this time every day.

The other two, Satoshi Satonaka and Sanada, also gathered around one after another, and the group sat together to eat their bentos.

Of course, the bentos for Satoshi Satonaka and Naoki Shimizu were made by Sanada.

Satoshi Satonaka looked at Naoki Shimizu, who was tucking in with gusto, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh, the foolish have their own luck."

Look at Amakusa; he already has two, while you haven't even managed to say a few words to Nishikawa.