“Ren Ren~!” The nickname sounds foreign even
                 in his own voice due to it’s lack of use, but he has
                 every intention of changing that. 

                 “Have you eaten yet?” He places his hands together
                   in front of his chest, eyes lighting up as he glances at
                   her. “Would you like a bentou? I made this one
                   myself!”

              And there goes the sea of red hair and red eyes
              that he was looking for. With a grin of mischief
              growing on his face, he sneaks up behind him
              before throwing an arm around his shoulders.

              “Yo!” Comes his cheery voice in his ear, bright eyes
                glancing over at the kouhai’s face. “Are you
                surprised? Did I scare you, Ot-o-yan~?” Here’s to
                hoping.