It was a regular school day, and as usual, Izumi seemed to attract all sorts of misfortune. Today was no different. The two of them were walking together from the school building when Izumi suddenly tripped over what appeared to be… absolutely nothing.With an alarmed gasp, Izumi began to fall forward in what seemed to be slow motion. His lunch box flew out from his grip, preparing itself for a disastrous collision with the concrete. As if it was all choreographed, Shikimori stepped forward with an unexpectedly cool demeanor. The air seemed to pause, captivated by her serenity amidst the chaos.With a sweeping move, she threw her arm out in front of her, swooping Izumi up into her arms before he could kiss the ground. In the same fluid motion, her other hand shot out, catching the airborne lunch box without a hitch. She whisked him away from the trajectory of his unfortunate fate, and the spectacle ended as quickly as it started, leaving Izumi in the safe cradle of his girlfriend's arms."Phew! That was close, wasn't it, Izumi-san?"Shikimori said, completely oblivious to the awe-struck expressions of the entire student body watching the spectacle."Arigatou, Shikimori-san! You're always so helpful."Izumi said, grateful to her for helping him every time.From the corner, Kinan is watching, both awestruck and envious. He had always been aware of their platonic relationship and how protective she was with Izumi. Is there any way to steal her from that weakling? The only thing he wants is her body…

As they continued down the hallway towards their respective classes, Shikimori couldn't help but notice Kinan's gaze lingering on her figure. Her instincts kicked in, and she subtly shifted her posture slightly, flaunting her assets even more prominently underneath her tight white shirt and minuscule black pleats of her skirt. "What's wrong, Kinan-kun? Are you feeling okay?"She asked casually while maintaining eye contact with him, challenging him to break first.

Shikimori's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she observed Kinan closely. There was something off about him today, like he wanted to confide in someone. Sensing an opportunity, she lightly placed her hand on his shoulder"Hey, don't say such things! If there's anything bothering you, please don't hesitate to come talk to me, okay?"Her voice carried a hint of concern mixed with a touch of vulnerability that made it hard for anyone - including herself - to resist opening up to her.

Sure, let's find somewhere quiet to talk," Shikimori agreed, leading the way to an empty classroom nearby. Once inside, she closed the door behind them, ensuring they wouldn't be interrupted. Gently nudging Kinan towards one of the desks, she took a seat facing him, crossing her legs demurely. "So, what's troubling you, Kinan-kun?"

"Oh? And what were your plans exactly?" Shikimori's curiosity piqued, her bright blue irises locked onto Kinan's deep brown ones. She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees, creating a comfortable yet intimate distance between them.

A wave of shockwaves rippled through Shikimori at Kinan's declaration. This… wasn't what she expected him to say. But before she could formulate a response, panic surged within her. Izumi , her mind screamed frantically. He needs to know! In a split second decision, she stood abruptly, placing herself between Kinan and the door. Her normally cute façade replaced by an ice cold expressionless mask, her eyes turning into two frosty pools of unwavering determination. "KINAN-KUN!" A thunderous roar reverberated throughout the room, causing dust particles to dance in the rays of sunlight filtering through the window cracks. The sudden change in demeanor caught Kinan completely off guard, leaving him speechless and visibly trembling in fear.

For what felt like eternity, neither spoke nor moved, trapped in this tense standoff. Slowly, ever so slowly, Shikimori began to relax her grip just enough to reveal a faint hint of vulnerability beneath her usually composed exterior. It was barely noticeable - almost imperceptible – but it was there nonetheless. Finally, breaking the suffocating silence, her voice cracked softly, sounding more than a little unsure of itself. "Kinan-kun…" she uttered hesitantly, daring to peek over her shoulder toward him. The moment he saw even the slightest sign of hope in those captivating eyes, kinetic energy coursed through his veins like lightning striking a conductive rod. With renewed courage bolstering his resolve, Kinan mustered up every bit of bravery he could summon and stepped closer to Shikimori. Reaching out with shaking hands, he tentatively placed them on her slender shoulders, gazing deeply into those mesmerizing orbs begging for understanding and acceptance.