________, ________ had never really had too much of an interest it the broad-shouldered Takahiro Kabaji until that one day. That one day her dumb-ass friends decided that it would be oh-so-funny to shove her off the top stairs of Hyotei’s third floor. The day she swore she’d die at the bottom.
But, luckily for her, death by “Blunt Force Head Trauma” was not on her list of things to do, at least, not by destinies standards. Oh no, it had something completely different in mind.
When she fell, instead of her head meeting the cold, hard floor, she fell into the tall, quiet Kabaji who happened to be passing by at that very instant. He caught her easily, and he didn’t even flinch when she ran into him! For a moment she was paralyzed by the feel of him, his body, under that goddamned school uniform he wore, but then she finally pulled away, bowed, and apologized for falling on him. Then when he left --
“I want that shirt off. NOW.”
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