Mori quietly put the plastic bag back into her wallet, zipped it up, and tucked it into her pocket, pretending she hadn't seen anything. She squatted by the railway buffer to finish her half-eaten bento, but her chopsticks hovered mid-air for a long time, with no appetite.
How could anyone eat in this situation...
Mori looked complexly at the enticing dishes in the bento box, recalling the man's previous image in her mind; his words echoed in her ears. She couldn't believe it, that the teacher she had always respected could be involved with Moon Sugar. Clearly, he usually seemed like a humble man always keeping his head down.
She often saw the leadership scolding Hajime harshly, pointing fingers at him. Being bullied from above was bad enough, but the students openly mocked him too, and even his wife often showed him a cold face at the school gate, making it difficult for him.
