After school. By the shoe lockers.
Takuma Kunimi was changing into his outdoor shoes when he heard the light patter of footsteps approaching.
"Kunimi-kun!"
"Oh, Usami."
"Working out again today?"
"Yeah. Push-ups when I get home."
"Hehe. You're so disciplined. ...Oh, um, here."
Urara held out a homemade sandwich wrapped neatly in plastic wrap.
"I had some left over... so, um, would you like it?"
"Huh? You're giving it to me?"
"Yep! I thought it'd make me happy if someone who works so hard ate it. ♡"
Takuma accepted it with a smile.
"Thanks. Looks good."
"Yay! Then you'll tell me what you thought of it next time, okay?"
Urara gently pinched the sleeve of his uniform and gave him a soft smile.
And at that exact moment—
"What do you think you're doing?"
A cold voice came from behind them.
They turned around.
Mikiko Izumi stood there with her arms crossed.
She wasn't smiling.
If anything, the expression on her face was beginning to twitch.
"Oh, Izumi-senpai! Hello! ♪"
"Don't 'hello' me. What are you giving Kunimi?"
"An extra sandwich. Made with love. ♡"
"DON'T JUST SAY THAT SO CASUALLY!!"
Mikiko took a sharp step forward.
Urara didn't back down in the slightest. Still smiling sweetly, she gave her a little bow.
"You and Kunimi-kun are always so close, aren't you, Izumi-senpai?"
"Wha—?! W-We are not—!"
"But I'm not going to lose either, you know?"
Smile.
"...You little..."
A vein practically throbbed on Mikiko's temple.
However—
"What's in this thing?"
Takuma muttered, staring down at the sandwich.
"Hm? Egg and tuna, and cheese, and..."
"Those are all my favorites. Coincidence?"
"Nope. I already knew. ♡"
"Huh. Thanks."
The warmth in that little exchange drained the color straight from Mikiko's face.
"H-Hey, Takuma... why are you smiling at her like that...?!"
"Hm? Because it looks good. Why are you so mad?"
"I'M NOT MAD!! It's just... I don't know! Something about this is seriously bugging me!!"
"Oh. Okay."
—DON'T "OH, OKAY" HER!!!!
That night, in Mikiko's group chat:
Mikiko Izumi:Urara Usami... That girl is making her move.
Friend A:She's obviously into him.
Mikiko:"I had some left over," MY ASS.
The next morning—
"That sandwich was really good. If you have any leftovers again, I'll take 'em."
"Sure! ♡ I'll make sure to have some 'left over' for you again. ♡"
"...WHAT?! You're literally planning to make leftovers on purpose!!"
—Mikiko had reached her limit.
Takuma, meanwhile, was saying something like—
"Having leftovers sure is convenient."
Hopelessly oblivious.
Completely invincible.