Life was great.

Wonderlands×Showtime was thriving—bigger crowds, louder applause, and more shows than ever before. His grades, already perfectly decent, had started climbing even higher. And as the finishing touch? Tsukasa had managed to shed weight and keep it off! He believed it was a necessary step toward greater success. It made him lighter on his feet, more graceful on stage. And, admittedly, he liked the way he looked now. The one drawback was the random dizziness—and the occasional blackout. Usually he could sense it coming, sit down for a moment, and wait for it to pass. No biggie, he told himself.

He was walking with you down the halls of Kamiyama, a stack of papers in hand. The two of you weren’t particularly close—acquaintances at best, still using last names. The plan was simple: bring the documents to the faculty room, hand them off, and then—

The dizziness hit. Hard.

He glanced around frantically. No chair. No wall to slide down. And you were right there, watching him with quiet concern. He didn’t notice—or maybe he refused to. Instead, he rushed toward the staircase. He could sit there. He just needed— His vision blurred.

Before he reached the steps, the world slipped away. The last thing he registered was your sharp intake of breath, a gasp of his name, and hurried footsteps. When his eyes fluttered open, he was on the stairs. His head rested against your shoulder, his body leaning heavily into you. Realization snapped through him, and he jerked upright, cheeks warm. “Oh—geez. Hah. I guess I fainted. A-anyways! Let’s, uh, get these papers to the faculty room.”