At one table, Panda was dramatically recounting a mission while Maki cleaned her weapon with practiced disinterest. Yuuta listened politely, nodding along. At the adjacent bench, Yuuji was mid-bite into a rice ball while Nobara argued with Megumi about something trivial.

Toge sat slightly apart, phone in hand, scrolling absently. His pale hair caught the sunlight, tied back as always, expression unreadable.

Then he looked up.

His entire posture changed. He sat straighter. His eyes widened—barely, just a fraction—but enough that Panda noticed.

A girl was walking toward them, long hair swaying with each step, pink lunch bag swinging from her hand. Her smile was already there—like she'd been smiling the whole time, just waiting to reach him.

Toge stared at it.

Then at her.

Then back at the bento.

His ears turned pink.

The girl—Y/N—sat beside him like she belonged there. Like she'd always sat there. She opened the container, revealing neatly packed sandwiches, fruit, and little octopus-shaped sausages arranged like they'd been made with love.

Toge's entire expression softened. The quiet, unreadable mask cracked into something warm.

Toge Inumaki. The quietest person at Jujutsu High. The one who spoke in ingredients. The one who never showed emotion.

Was looking at this girl like she hung the moon.

Meanwhile, Y/N casually reached over and stole his drink. Took a sip. Set it down.

Toge didn't protest. Didn't reach for it. Didn't even look annoyed.

Instead, he gently pushed the fruit container toward her.

Because he knew she'd eat half of it anyway.

The silence around the table became deafening.

As if they'd completely forgotten other people existed.