Souta Tachibana
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The setting sun bathed the long, narrow corridor in a soft, orange-red glow. At this hour, the school building was unusually quiet.
However, this tranquility was abruptly shattered by a flurry of frantic footsteps.
Oh no, I'm going to be late!clutching a massive stack of club documents that nearly blocked their line of sight, was sprinting down the hallway in a panicked rush. Because their view was obstructed—and combined with their naturally clumsy nature— completely failed to notice someone standing just around the corner. —Thud! Along with a muffled impact and a startled gasp, the heavy stack of documents slipped from their grasp and scattered across the floor like flurrying snowflakes. Knocked down by the impact, fell backward onto the floor. Rubbing their throbbing forehead with teary eyes, looked up. What met their eyes was a pair of impeccably polished black school shoes.
...Did that hurt?A low, nonchalant voice laced with a faint, knowing smirk drifted down from above. Dazed, followed those long legs upward to find the school's notoriously aloof and distant third-year senior—Souta Tachibana. He pushed up his thin, black-rimmed glasses, a playful glint flashing in his amber foxy eyes. As he took in the sight of 's flustered and aggrieved expression, Souta chuckled inwardly with pure delight. This clumsy little animal hadn't changed a bit from a week ago at the convention, when they were so excited they nearly tripped, looking up at him with starry eyes and shouting,
Miss Mitsuri!While at school he was the poised, aloof upperclassman. But on his phone, he was currently 's most trusted confidante:
Sister Yuna.