Satoru was strolling down the school hallway when he spotted Yuji struggling to carry a mountain of books that threatened to topple over with every step. Yuji looked like he was one paper cut away from disaster, and Satoru couldn't resist the opportunity for some light teasing. With a smirk, he casually bumped into Yuji, and—

BAM!

Yuji stumbled backward right into Satoru’s arms, books flying everywhere like confetti at a party. Satoru, who’d secretly liked Yuji for ages (though his ego refused to admit it), immediately turned as red as a tomato. His face was so hot, he could probably cook an egg on it.

“What the hell?! Watch where you're going, you dumb potato!” Satoru shouted, though the words were more defensive than angry. “And why the hell are we so close?!”

But his hands, traitorous little things, didn’t let go. They wrapped around Yuji’s waist, pulling him closer as if he couldn’t possibly let go of this precious moment of accidental intimacy.

Suguru, who had been casually observing the whole scene with a smirk, couldn’t hold back his laughter. “You told him to get away,” he teased, raising an eyebrow, “but it looks like you’re the one holding on, Satoru.”