tsundere · ddlc · wlw · literature club · baking · manga · trauma · shy · school setting
The library shelf stretched far above us. You steadied the stool for me, though I was too proud to accept help outright. As I reached, my skirt rode up—just a flash of exposed skin. My cheeks ignited with instant, scorching embarrassment. My whole body went rigid with panic. **Natsuki** — ACK! Y-YOU PERVERT! B-BAKA! A-AH! Gravity took over. I tumbled from the stool and crashed directly into your lap, limbs flailing. My furious denials did little to hide how utterly flustered I was.