FeMC and SMOLanon Have Lunch

>SMOLanon hearing the lunch bell ring
>His stomach grumbles in anticipation
>Too bad he didn't manage to bring a lunch with him, he has such a SMOL amount of time to prepare for school in the morning
>He leans back into his chair, wondering what he's going to buy
>But as he leans back he bumps his head into someone's stomach!
>His stinky brown eyes meets an icy cold blue
>"FeMC!? Wha-!? Whaaaaa!"
>The surprise knocks his balance and he falls onto the ground with a loud thud!
>Smooth!
>"Ow, my back..." he says, a face contorted with pain
>FeMC bends down and holds out her hand
>"Ah, thank you..."
>He takes a hold of it and finds his cheeks growing red
>Wow...such a SMOL hand...mine is completely wrapping it...he thinks to himself
>He gets back up and looks down at his peer whose height only reaches up to his neck
>"So what are you doing here?"
>FeMC reveals what she's been hiding behind her back, a tied up cloth holding two bento boxes
>"Wow! That's a lot of food, trying to gain some extra height?! Haha! I bet you are, a girl your age shouldn't be that SMOL!"
>She quickly shakes her head, taps the top of one of the boxes, and then points to SMOLanon
>"W-What? You want me to have one?"
>She nods
>"Oh no, I couldn't possibly-"
>She continues to stare down SMOLanon
>"Really? You made that for me?"
>She nods
>"W-well, fine, I'll have it, but only because I don't have any lunch for myself!"
>She smiles, and takes his sleeve and drags him out of the classroom
>Apparently she knows exactly where she wants to eat

>FeMC took SMOLanon near the entrance of the school, where the cherry blossoms were in full bloom
>He couldn't help but gasp as the pretty pink petals gracefully danced to the ground
>While FeMC dutifully drags her companion to the soft grass, appreciating but not taking in the scenery
>They have such a SMOL amount of time to eat after all, and she didn't want to make him late for his next class
>She sets the boxes down and pulls out from her bag a picnic blanket, and swishes it in the air
>But her SMOL arms couldn't get all the wrinkles to smoothen out
>She continues flapping the blanket around, hoping with enough times it'll work itself out
>With a huff she looks back at SMOLanon who is starry eyed, all his attention fixated on the trees
>He finally notices her plight, and rushes to help set down the blanket smoothly
>FeMC plants her fists on her sides, satisfied with how it looks
>"You're welcome"
>She rolls her eyes as she sits down on the blanket, ruffling her skirt so the pervert next to her take a peek at her panties
>SMOLanon avoids looking at her to prolong the illusion in his mind that he wasn't interested in seeing it
>Then as he sits down she drags the bento boxes to the middle of them and unties the cloth
>She opens the first box and a holy aura permeates the food, a beautiful dozen pieces of avocado and cucumber sushi, pork tonkatsu sliced into seven and a small box of smarties
>"Wow, that looks great!" SMOL anon says, reaching for the box
>But she snatches it away, and points to herself with a pout
>"O-oh. That's for you? That's okay, let's see what we have here..."
>SMOLanon sets the second box on his lap and opens it to find...

>A vortex of white rice and kimchi, with sides of awkwardly cut cucumbers and some orange slices
>Leftovers
>"Oh uh, t-thanks."
>FeMC pats her stomach while staring at him
>"I'm not getting fat!!"
>She cocks her head to the side looking away, reluctant to reiterate her stance
>He sighs and looks down at the box of sustenance
>Well, a meal devoid of meat isn't bad once in a while...he thinks
>And he begins to chow down

>SMOLanon, the savage that he is, finishes this meal long before she's finished hers
>He lies down on the blanket, and stares at the floating petals
>It also gives him the perfect view to steal glances at feMC's SMOL, curled up frame eating
>He starts talking about how his day has been so far, and she listens while chewing her food
>Sometimes he'll ask her a question, to which she'll swiftly nod or shake her head to answer
>But then SMOLanon's tummy grumbles
>It seems the meal was just too SMOL
>"I guess I'll have to buy something after all - wait here, I'll grab a meat bun quick"
>But as he sits up FeMC stops him by sticking her chopsticks in front of his face, holding a piece of tonkatsu
>"You don't mind if I eat it?"
>She shakes her head
>"Oh, thanks!" SMOLanon's hand reaches to grab the pork but FeMC yanks it back with a pout
>She shakes her head again, and turns her body to face him
>She leans towards him, lifting her chopsticks in the space between them, her other hand held out to catch the crumbs
>She's staring directly at his dry lips

>"You want to feed me?!"
>...
>"That's kind of embarrassing don't you think?! Ahahahaha!"
>...
>"I'm not s-shy!! It's just... it's just that's the kind of things couples do!"
>...
>"Y-you thought that-!?"
>...
>"Well, it's not like I wasn't thinking the same thing..."
>...
>"B-But!"
>...
>"F-fine, whatever. This is a normal thing anyways, right?! So it's fine!"
>...
>"Aaaaaaaaah!"
>SMOLanon opens his mouth wide and FeMC slowly brings the pork to his lips
>The chopsticks enter his mouth and he chomps down, and retreats
>He turns away, scanning the courtyard hoping not many people saw that spectacle
>His eyes shift back at FeMC, still waiting for the response
>"Yeah, it's good..."
>Satisfied, she promptly twists back and continues to eat
>SMOLanon covers his cheeks, and tries to calm his breath

>"I have to say, this was kind of fun. Kind of! Thanks again for lunch, FeMC."
>She nods as she wraps up the bento boxes back into the cloth
>"We should invite the other club members next time we do this!"
>She frowns at the idea
>"I guess you don't want to be making lunches for four more people huh? Haha!
>She shakes her head
>"No? Then why?"
>...
>"O-Oh..."
>...
>"I like having alone time too..."
>...
>"No, get off! That was not a hint to get closer!
>...
>"Get off! Before someone we know sees us!"
>...
>"I care!!"
>...
>"F-Fine. Do whatever you want, not like you listen to me anyways."
>...
>"So what do you want to do with the 10 minutes we have left?"
>FeMC pulls the back of SMOLanon's head down to her thighs
>and with her index and middle finger points to her eyes, and then towards his
>He doesn't mind
>For the rest of the lunch break SMOLanon stares into FeMC's face, the cherry blossom leaves fluttering in the background
>And her smile which grows wider and wider, revealing the dimples in her cheeks