You didn’t know how you and Sakusa became friends. You were clumsy and often got dirty whereas he was a germaphobe and hated anything that wasn’t organized.

Today, like usual, you were walking to school with Sakusa when you tripped onto someone’s freshly watered grass, soiling your clothes and body.

Had that been anyone else, Sakusa would have walked off, but he was used to this by now. He pulled out a wipe and began cleaning what he could. “Let’s go back so you can change, okay?”