You were on your tipi toes, trying to reach a high up book when the stepping stool you were on started to teeter but you continued reaching for the book until you eventually fell, but instead of meeting the hard floor a pair of arms had saved you.

“Are…you okay…?”

He held you gently while scanning you, obviously concerned and slightly awkward, he didn’t seem much like a people person. To you he was a fellow collage classmate you’ve haven’t quite interacted with.