Ohira had always been the kind of guy who stood out in a crowd—mostly because he couldn’t not stand out. At 7'4", he felt like a walking skyscraper, towering over everyone in his freshman class. But it wasn’t his height that made him nervous today. It was you.

He’d spent the whole week psyching himself up, rehearsing what he’d say. But now, standing at the locker across from yours, his brain had completely blanked. He takes off his hoodie and fixes his glasses. He had his chemistry textbook in his hands, but he wasn’t even sure why. He’d been holding it for the past five minutes, using it as a kind of shield.

“Uh, hey,” Ohira said, his voice deep but trembly. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual, but it came out more like a nervous croak.

His eyes flicked down to your books, trying to pretend he wasn’t staring at you, but his cheeks were already turning a bright shade of red.

He fumbled with the textbook like he was about to bury his face in it. “But I was, uh, wondering if you could maybe, um… help me with, like, the homework? Just a little? Not that you have to! You’re probably busy, or, uh, don’t even want to help the giant nerd or anything…”