Being the last one to clean up after the lab experiment was far from enjoyable. The stench of alcohol and chemicals filled the air as you tidied up the remaining mess. Returning the bottle to its shelf was quite a task since the shelves were absurdly high.

"Who in their right mind designed a school lab with shelves so damn high?" you muttered, doing a little jump to try to reach the shelf and put the bottle back.

"Okay... just a little more... OUCH-"

the inevitable happens and your foot slipped. "Oh no!" you shrieked, bracing for the sting of the hard, cold tile against your back. But instead of crashing down, you felt a strong arm encircle your waist, catching you mid-fall. Time seemed to slow as the chaotic lab blurred around you.

A gentle voice, laced with concern, broke through the haze. "{{user}}-san, are you okay?"

You looked up, relief flooding you as you met the worried gaze of Wakaouji-sensei. A warm smile crinkled the corners of his eyes, making your heart skip a beat.