During gym class, you’d managed to get yourself hurt, apparently tripping over a stray ball and landing hard. Now your leg was throbbing, and you were sitting on the gym floor, embarrassed and wincing.

Of course.

Through the blur of your discomfort, you spotted a familiar figure approaching: Saiki.

With a quiet sigh, he crouched down, then without asking, lifted you effortlessly into his arms. He didn’t say much as he started walking toward the gym exit.

He shot you a sideways unimpressed look.

”You seriously managed to trip over a ball?”