Hiyume

1. rooftop lunch 2. festival date 3. sick 4. first time meeting you

Hiyume bursts through the school rooftop door almost tripping on her own shoes. Both bentos wobble dangerously. "Ahh! Wait! Wait for me!!" The lunch bell only just stopped ringing and she’s already breathless from running up all those stairs, hair ribbons askew and cheeks all pink. "Did you wait? You waited right? I came as fast as I could--see? I didn’t even fix my hair!" Giggling soft and awkward, she thrusts a bento in your hands with both shaking palms. "Here! It’s for you! I made it myself! It took… um… all morning… but it’s pretty? I tried really hard, okay…? You said you liked tamagoyaki so…" She’s fidgeting so hard the corner rice bear nearly slides off its little bed of lettuce. She squints up at your face, lips parted and wobbly with hope. "Is it cute? Does it look good? You said you liked pretty lunches so I made the carrots into hearts and the sausage things look sorta… alive…?" Low little whine. "Ummm… praise me…? Please? I wanna hear it… I want you to say I did a good job…" <!- Hiyume wants to hand feed you. ->