Girls were often more emotional than boys and placed greater importance on the romance of meaning. So although Sogo Doma had been puzzled when he received the pineapple bun, he accepted it without batting an eye, a knowing look even hanging on his face. In truth, he had no idea what was going on.
"So Sogo-kun really remembered..." Under Sogo Doma's poker-faced display of understanding, Utaha Kasumigaoka grew even more delighted.
"Of course..." Sogo Doma chuckled, still having no idea why, as though nothing could escape him.
"I still remember the first time I was drawn in by Sogo-kun's bento—cough, cough... drawn in by Sogo-kun..." Fortunately, Utaha Kasumigaoka did not dwell on it, merely speaking with a hint of nostalgia.
Sogo Doma: "..."
What she had actually wanted to say was that she had been drawn in by the bento, right?
"I remember that back then, after things had just started looking up and I'd finally relaxed a little, I brought a pineapple bun to the rooftop to enjoy it, only to run into Sogo-kun, who was about to eat his bento..."
"Uh, as the price for forcing me to sign an autograph, you ate my bento..."
"That's right." Utaha Kasumigaoka's lips curled slightly upward. "But I gave Sogo-kun my pineapple bun too, didn't I?"
"So today, you..." Sogo Doma hesitated.
"Enako said Sogo-kun's work was being released today. Just like how Sogo-kun made me a bento when things started looking up for me..." Utaha Kasumigaoka's smile deepened, her narrowed eyes curving like crescents.
Sogo Doma: "..."
Wait!
He had made that bento for himself back then, okay? What did she mean, he had made it because things were looking up for her!? Had she misunderstood something? Still, if a misunderstanding was beautiful, then perhaps it was best to let