Who: Kiriko and Kou.
What: Sharing Time.
Where: Secluded part of the school.
When: Lunchtime.
Why: Because there's a need to talk.

Kouchisei was sitting at the front desk of an isolated classroom, staring at his boxed lunch. A decent amount of time had passed since he'd made himself comfortable. He picked up the chopsticks lying nearby, a black pair that had come from the ryotei, and twirled them around between his fingers. His expression stayed the way it always did, cold and ummoving, and the more he leaned back in his chair the more he didn't ever want to get out of it.

He tipped his head forward and sighed.