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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, Auditorium. April 7th[/color][hr][/right]
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Both girls seemed to notice what was in his bag. That wasn’t a problem, of course. He wasn’t going to cut open a pineapple and eat it in the midst of a school function. No, the purpose of the pineapple wasn’t for himself, but instead as a welcoming gift. 

[color=crimson]“Is…that a pineapple…?”[/color]

[color=BEDE79]”Yes, it is!”[/color] Shun chuckled sheepishly, clutching the bag. 

[color=#FFC0CB]"I'm not sure there are assigned seats for this event... or that we're supposed to bring snacks."[/color]

[color=BEDE79]“Oh, it’s not for eating. Well-I mean, not for me to eat. It’s a gift. A sort of...welcoming gift.”[/color] His face flushed crimson with slight embarrassment, looking downward and clutching the bag a little tighter. 

[color=#FFD700][i]“That’s just what we do! Pineapples are supposed to be given by the hosts. But since Nago is the biggest place in Japan that produces our pineapples, when we go on trips, I think it’s great if we bring the hospitality to them![/i][/color] Those words-one of the phew things he actually [i]remembered[/i] from his mother, still resonated with him. Even when she traveled to work, his grandmother would also make them buy pineapples to bring to new friends. And after she passed, they continued. At least he and his grandmother. His father lost any love for hospitality after she passed away. 

[color=BEDE79]“It’s a family tradition.”[/color] Great. He was the class weirdo. 

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