Hanamaru Hanabi saw his retreating steps, her smile unchanged, and asked him:
"Sakura-kun, are you afraid of Hanabi?"
"This... how could that be," Uesugi Sakura forced a smile and said, "Sakura-kun's favorite is Hanabi-chan, Hanabi-chan so cute, so considerate."
"Then..."
Hanamaru Hanabi took a small step forward, her little round-headed shoes tapping lightly on the ground, she lifted the canvas bag in her hand and handed it to him while saying, "Sakura-kun must finish your breakfast properly, okay."
Uesugi Sakura glanced at the breakfast in her hand, instinctively swallowed, feeling a bit intimidated.
It's not that the bento is bad, or some kind of dark cuisine.
It's because he really can't eat anymore!
Uesugi Sakura looked troubled, pointing at the bento she handed over: "Hanabi-chan... how about... I save this for lunch."
"No, you can't, breakfast should be eaten in the morning... Hanabi will prepare more lunch for Sakura-kun at noon!"
"..."
"Hanabi-chan..."
