Same day~
Half the day crawls by, my brain fried from pretending to be a sane scientist.
I finally make it back to my cabin. First things first—
hands washed, door locked, blinds slightly adjusted like I'm about to do something illegal.
Which I am.
Eating lunch.
I drop into my chair, crack my neck once, and pull out the lunch box.
Ta-da.
I open it.
…and wow.
I just freeze there, staring.
The food is neatly packed. Rice shaped properly. Side dishes separated. Colors balanced like he googled "how to make lunch look loved."
There's even a tiny attempt at garnish.
Is that… a carrot flower? It's crooked. But it's trying. So hard.
I blink.
My lips twitch.
"Did… did my alien boyfriend just try food aesthetics on me?"
I poke one piece with my chopsticks. It doesn't fall apart. That's already a win.
I take a bite.
Oh.
Oh wait.
This is actually… good?
I lean back in my chair, chewing slowly, staring at the ceiling.
Great.
Now I'm emotionally compromised by a lunch box.
