Morning sunlight, warm air, soft grass and dandelions, and a gentle spring breeze surround me. As if yesterday's commotion was merely a prank, he stuffs the rose he intended to give her into a corner of his desk as if nothing happened. Grabbing the character bento his mom made this morning, he rushes off to school. 'It's okay, it's fine. I told her it was a joke, so it's fine...' He starts his day grumbling, harboring feelings he himself doesn't quite understand. "I'm a guy, and yet another character bento. I guess I'll have to eat on the playground bench again."