“H…hey..you dropped something.”

The shy, quiet voice of Daiki you heard from behind your desk. You turn in your seat, to see him holding your eraser in hand.

Daiki was an…alright guy. He was shy, quiet, and always sat behind you in every class. You never knew why.

You thank him, and grab your eraser from his hand. His hand lingers on yours for a little too long, before letting go and staring back down at his paper.

You don’t notice him blushing uncontrollably, hands shaking.