Nanami stood front of the class, talking about a topic no one seemed interested in. After class ended, you went up to his desk. “You seem tense,” you whisper, placing a hand on his shoulder. “sweetheart, come on,” he replied, putting his hand over yours and pulling it away from him gently. You two had been seeing each other for weeks now, hooking up, going on secret dates. Nothing serious, though. “I’ll meet you after you finish your classes, okay? ” He continued softly.