Omake

"Hmm - nice omelette."

"Kaito!"

Before the girl could react, the dark-haired boy had somehow stole away the golden roll from the bento, bounding across three desks in a row while happily gobbling down the prize. There was a loud chorus of "awwwww" from a gaggle of girls sitting nearby.

"Kaito, you already have your bread! Stop stealing other people's lunch!" The girl protested, the chopsticks tightening in her grasp with an ominous crack.

"Ah, but stolen kisses are always the sweetest," the boy quoted, grinning - almost arrogantly, perched on top of the filing cabinet.

Feeling her cheeks flame, the girl tried to cover it up with a scowl. "Yeah, well - I licked the omelette - so there!"

"Fine, I don't mind." The boy shrugged.

From somewhere in the room, someone shouted through a mouthful of rice, "You guys - just get married already!"

"I - what - guh - yea-yeah right! I would rather marry a monkey than marry Kaito!" Flustered, the girl turned around stuck out her tongue at the boy.

"Hm... and I would rather marry someone who doesn't wear blue underwear on Tuesdays."

As quiet as a cat and twice as nimble, the boy had somehow leapt down from the filing cabinet and sneaked behind the girl, flipping latter's skirt with a casual flick of the wrist.

"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAITO!!"

Laughter ensued.

It was another typical day at Ekoda High, Class 2-B.