"And if God won't, I will," says Yutaka with a wink.

"Wow."

"I do not think I need help from God, but thank you anyway."

"Ouch."

"I think the sound effects are unnecessary."

The teacher shows up a couple of minutes early for their last morning class, so they all have to return to their seats then.

Oh good! Education!

And then: lunch time! Unlike most high schools in Tokyo they do have a cafeteria, but it only seats 144 students and it's on a first-come first-served basis.

And on that note: "If you wanna go to the cafeteria for lunch you should hurry but I and the others usually only go on Wednesdays."

"Where do you have lunch when it is not Wednesday?"

"Here," says Toshiki, wiggling the bentō he brought from home.

"I see."

As it happens, Adonis also brought a bento from home.

Bento for everybody. Whoever makes Nakano's goes hard on the rice shaped like bunnies and the sausages cut to look like octopuses and stuff and she rolls her eyes affectionately.

...he pulls out his pocket notebook and takes down a quick sketch of Nakano-san's bunny rice.

She sporfles when she sees what he's doing. "Take a photo, if you like, the maid actually tweets about my lunch every day, she's some kind of bento influencer."

"In that case I should ask for your maid's Twitter!" But he does also take a photo. "The rice rabbit is very well made."

"It's... give me a second..." She looks it up. "It's 'likegreenonrice'."

He notes that down. "Thank you!"

Now for his own lunch, which is definitely more homey than Instagrammable. Homey in a decidedly Japanese way, though.

Nakano bites the head off a rice bunny.

Perhaps he will not comment on this development.

Kōji shows up at the door. "Space for one more?" he asks hopefully.

"Oh yeah sure," says Yutaka, standing up from the seat he'd conveniently pushed right next to Aiko's. "Tanaka went to hang out with the other soccer kids in the cafeteria," he says to explain the availability of more seats.

The social currents of this school are so opaque to him right now, but at least he is getting a good grade in Normal Lunch. He should not whip out his notebook and take notes on the implications of this interaction because that would not be Normal.

"Oh, she packed me two pickled plums, Kouji-kun, do you want one," says Nakano, affecting insouciance as she chopstickses one over to him.

Some social currents are less opaque than others.