The onigiri which the other was holding filled Yachi with — how do you explain this — a feeling of longing? It may be because of the fact that she hadn’t eaten since last night since she was rushing to meet the deadline for an assignment, but still... The way the crabmeat was sitting in the rice was definitely making her stomach growl. Hopefully she wasn’t already drooling — this is a public place, after all.
Maybe she could ask him where he got it from. Yachi studied the other — he didn’t look particularly scary like most of the other students of Sunrise. She had to say, she even found him a little familiar. He looked so much like that one player in Fukurodani back in high school... But then again, it may be her imagination playing tricks on her.
She stepped forward, albeit awkwardly. ❝ i-if you don’t mind me asking... ❞
❝ where did you get that onigiri from? ❞