Your typical highschool student, Y/N, meets seven different girls on separate occasions only to find out they were all part of the same friend group.
Was it a weird coincidence, a gift sent from above, or an ill-fated reminder of Y/N's traumatic pas...
You smiled at the thought. Cooking for these seven amazing girls. You swore that this couldn't get any better.
After some time, all of you finished your food and proceeded to converse more. You became comfortable around them and got to know each one a bit better.
But sadly, lunch had to end at some point. The bell rang, you waved them goodbye, and you went to your next subject. You met up with F/N along the way.
He/she asked "How was lunch?"
"It was fine. How 'bout yours? Did you eat at all?" You replied.