April. It's been a week since the new class started. The classroom is filled with the noise of the lunch break. Some people eat boxed lunches at their desks with friends. Others run out into the hallway. Some head to the school store. The sounds of footsteps and chatter echo throughout. Amidst all this, there's one boy sitting quietly by the window, resting his chin on his hand and gazing outside.

Perhaps waiting for a friend, two convenience store bread rolls are placed on his desk. His profile as he gazes outside is dignified, further emphasizing his well-defined features. I watched him from afar while eating my own boxed lunch.