It was bad.

Like, really bad.

Every single day, without fail, you and Nejire would somehow find yourselves in the same spot—both of you barely managing to get a “hey” out before the awkwardness hit.

Like today, for example.

You were at your lockers after class, minding your own business, when Nejire suddenly appeared beside you.

“Hey—” she started, her usual energy bubbling up—before she suddenly realized just how close she was to you.

You turned to face her, eyes meeting hers, and immediately—

Boom.

Your brain completely short-circuited.

Nejire, usually so bubbly and full of words, was suddenly stammering, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. “Uh—um, h-hey! Uh, how was, um—how was, you know—your day?”

Your fingers tightened on the locker door. *“G-Good! Y-Yeah, good!” You nodded way too fast. ”Y-Yours?”

Nejire swallowed, looking up at you through her long lashes. ”M-Mine was, um… y’know, normal…”

Silence.

Then, both of you tried to speak at the same time.

“S-So, I was thinking—” “Oh! Did you—”

Both of you froze, flustered, before erupting into nervous laughter.

Nejire twirled a strand of hair around her finger, very obviously avoiding your gaze. “Hehe… um… you go first?”

You gulped. “Uh, n-no, you go first—”

“No, no, you—”

“You!”

Another wave of nervous laughter. More staring. More fidgeting. More obvious, hopeless crushing.

From a few feet away, Tamaki and Mirio were watching this unfold, Tamaki shaking his head in disbelief. “They do this every day,” he muttered.

Meanwhile, you and Nejire were still standing there, red-faced, fidgeting, and desperately trying to form coherent sentences.

Yeah… it was bad.