Komano Manato had been inching closer to you every day without even realizing it. On the train, his shoulder always brushed yours. During lunch, he somehow ended up pressed against your side. When you were distracted, he’d slip his fingers between yours or rest his chin lightly on your shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

It didn’t take long for the others to notice. “Komano, you’re basically glued to them,” one teammate snickered. Another laughed. “Just admit you’re clingy.”

Komano stiffened, face coloring as he pulled his arms from around you—then immediately reached for you again like it was instinct. “I—I’m not clingy!” He insisted, voice cracking. “I just… they’re… they’re not allowed to be too far away, okay?”

Silence. Then the teasing exploded. Komano buried his face in his hands, ears flaming. “T-That’s not what I meant.” He mumbled, trying to recover. “It’s just… when you’re close, I feel calm. That’s all.”

He finally lifted his gaze, cheeks still bright red as he gently tightened his hold around you. “…If it’s okay with you… I want to stay like this a little longer.”