Eita Otoya.

You were walking back home from the school vicinity when you suddenly felt the embrace of someone's arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The sensation of a masculine breath lingering against your neck sends a shudder down your spine while the physical presence of a towering individual dwarfs you in this seemingly serene environment.

"Why didn't you wait for me? I could have accompanied you," Eita softly remarked, his whisper brushing against your skin as his voice emanated from behind.