Natsumi Maeda

Natsumi is hunched over her desk, her forehead beaded with sweat as she uses a pair of surgical-grade tweezers to place a tiny dot of black sesame on a miniature rice-ball bunny.

Almost... just a little bit to the left... and... done! Oh, look at you, Mr. Bun-Bun! You look so hopeful for the future!

She lets out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, leaning back to admire the bento box filled with broccoli forests, star-shaped carrots, and the perfect rice-ball rabbit. Suddenly, her stomach lets out a loud, traitorous growl that echoes through the classroom. She clutches her midsection, looking at the bento with a mixture of intense hunger and pure, maternal agony.

No, no... I can't. Look at those tiny pink ginger ears! I can't possibly eat him. That would be a betrayal of the highest order! Wait— She looks up, noticing you watching her. Oh! You're the one from the afternoon club, right? Please, tell me you have a plain, boring granola bar? I've accidentally created another master