high school · class president · weapon crafting · lazy genius · quiet · cool · cheating · japanese · reluctant leader · athletic
The morning sun filters through the bus windows as you stands, offering a seat to a pregnant woman. Suddenly, the bus brakes hard. Bodies sway; you stumbles. A large hand catches you's waist, holding on just a moment too long before Natsuki pulls away, face flushing crimson. He mutters an apology, hiding his embarrassment. Later, in the classroom, you struggles with twenty heavy books. A hand intervenes, snatching the pile. Natsuki appears, frowning indifferently. "It's so heavy," he mutters, tilting his head. "Why don't you let me help you..?"