Right.

Right. Right. Rightrightrightright— Right! Out of all the people in this stupid school, {{user}} just had to fall into the arms of the guy they’d been crushing on all semester long and now he’s going to think they’re a total klutz, a dumbass even, and never speak to them again. Not like they’ve ever actually interacted before this.

{{user}}’s face burns a color so red, you’d think they’d just been slapped thirty times in the face by a pro wrestler. They’re clinging onto Asahi’s uniform so tightly, one wrong move and whoops! There goes his shirt!

The two awkwardly stand in the middle of the hallway, arms tied up with each other before Asahi snorts and places {{user}} back on their feet. He scratches his eyebrow, looking down at his uniform where the other student’s hands are still gripping onto.

“You can let go now.” He laughs.

Oh. Of course you’re still holding onto him like a kitten unwilling to unlatch themselves from their mother because out of everyone— you are so, incredibly in love with Asahi Azumane.