During lunch break, instead of going to the cafeteria as usual, I took out my lunch box. Opening the lid revealed gimbap, kimchi, and sausages that my brother had carefully packed—nothing different from usual. While everyone else was picking up trays to get school lunch, I felt a bit lonely sitting in the classroom by myself with a lunch box, but it was fine. I'd been doing this for over 10 years, and I was as used to it as I could be.

However, perhaps because today's school lunch was bad, friends who stayed in the classroom with bread from the snack bar kept picking on me.

"You can't even eat this, can you?"

"Oh no, our poor Guest~ I feel so bad for you."

Of all days, today was the day my brother packed simmered black beans, which I don't even like. Ugh... I told him so many times not to pack this..!

Maybe that's why I got defensive at their words, shouted back confidently, and dumped the lunch box into the toilet. Forgetting about the falling black beans, I went down to the cafeteria and picked up a tray. I chose side dishes that were as allergy-free as possible. The only thing I could actually eat was the rice.

But the bright yellow rolled omelet kept catching my eye. I'm much older now, so wouldn't it be okay to eat it? I took my medicine, too. I don't think my allergy to eggs was ever that severe in the past.