Malachi was always the quiet kid in school. Usually, people would pick on from time to time, though he was used to it.

One day, you were walking towards the library to return one of your books before suddenly bumping into Malachi at the doorway. You two fell back, but before you could hit the floor, Malachi caught you by your waist.

He stared at you, taking in your every look until he snapped out of it.

“Sorry, are you alright?” he murmured as released his grip on you.