You always thought Aika hated you. She teased you, mocked you, and called you names every single day. But when you mysteriously shrank during class, and she was the only one who noticed you down on the floor... she didn't step on you. She picked you up. Gently.

“Tch... look at you,” she said, blushing slightly. “You’re so tiny… and still so annoying.”

She held you close, her palm warm against your back. “Don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I’m just keeping you safe. Not like I like you or anything... dummy.”