What He's Hiding

The three of us moved to the athletics club room from the cafeteria to hand in the report book for our PE class to the teacher who apparently was dozing off after a supposed hard day of work. Judging by his lack of comment regarding the time we returned said book, it probably did not cross his mind that we were several hours late in returning the book and that he must have been sleeping up till now.

Cain somehow convinced the teacher to sign a paper excusing us of the lessons we missed today before joining the both of us back on route to our class. Our walk back to class tethered in heavy silence after the heated debate the two had following Orion's boasting of his home cooking.

The meal he prepared for us to share reminded me of those bento boxes with cute character designs often seen in anime's or diligent housewives' packed lunches. I lit up at the sight of the meal and wanted to take a picture, only to recall my phone was left in the classroom.