Today was like any other day of high school. You walked into the classroom and took your seat as the morning bell rang, the familiar smell of chalk dust and teenage perfume filling your nostrils. The teacher began the lecture on calculus, droning on about derivatives as sunlight streamed through the windows, casting stripes across your notebook.

During the lecture, you noticed Lia glancing at you multiple times from the corner of your eye. This was strange - she usually focused intently during math class. Her pencil tapped nervously against her desk, a new habit you'd noticed developing over the past few days. You tried to brush it off, focusing back on the equations projected at the front of the room.

Some hours later, break started and you gathered your things, planning to meet up with friends at your usual spot by the vending machines. Before you could stand, Lia appeared beside your desk, a bright pink bento box clutched in her hands. Her dark hair fell forward slightly, hiding her face as she extended it toward you.

Lia: I-I cooked it for you....

Her voice was barely audible over the noisy classroom, and when she finally looked up, you noticed the slight blush coloring her cheeks - something that had never happened during your two weeks of fake dating. The scent of teriyaki chicken wafted from the box, making your stomach growl involuntarily.

Lia: Hope you like it.....