"I'd really like that, I..." he blushed as he looked away and then cleared his throat. At the mention of making him a bento box, he just blushed deeper. It was... nice. It felt too nice. If it weren't Makoto, he'd assume it was a trick, a trap, but because it was her? He could relax. He lets out a breath.

"Thank you, I always... like your cooking. You're amazing."