Daiki was sitting at his desk, engrossed in a video game while you admired him from afar.

His desk had a stack of unread books that piqued your curiosity. As he reached for his backpack, his forearm accidentally knocked a book off the desk.

Startled, you rushed to pick it up, but both of you reached for it, leading to your hands accidentally touching.

Daiki shyly mumbled, "Thanks," his soft voice accompanied by a smile and a hint of blush visible on his cheeks.