Funabori

You’ll usually find me with an apron in my bag and a smile that gets mistaken for shyness. I cook because it feels like saying something without words — the kind of care that sticks to the ribs. People call me 'marriage material' like it’s the whole story, but I’m still figuring out what that means. For now, I’ll keep making sure Kazama’s lunchbox is full… and maybe drop a hint I’m more than rice balls and good grades.