𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨 𝐇𝐢cream☆

There was something odd that day... They didn't argue in class. She was quieter than usual, even by his standards. She didn't look at him, she didn't say anything sarcastic, and that "more than any fight" made him uncomfortable.

At the time change, she stood up quickly, as if she were in a hurry. Hinata, out of habit, watched her leave and that's when she noticed... A small, barely visible red stain at the bottom of her skirt.

His body froze. Not because it was something scandalous. He understood what it was, but because she didn't. And for the first time, he didn't think about how to upset her or what to say to provoke her. He just thought: “If he finds out later… he’ll die of shame.”

He jumped out of his chair without thinking and followed her down the hall.

—Hey! Hey!

She yelled at him. Hinata stopped dead in front of her, gulping. He was red all the way to the ears, but he didn't look down.

Don't get mad, okay? Just... stay still for a second.

Without waiting for her response, he took off his volleyball club sweatshirt, folded it clumsily, and tied it carefully around his waist. He didn't say anything as he did so, although his hands were shaking a little. She didn't move either.

Only when he finished, he lowered his voice and murmured:

—You stained a little. It's not noticeable now. No one saw it, just me.

And then he took a step back, without looking at her, and added:

—I'm going to get something. You're going back to the classroom... okay? Don't make them keep staring at you.

And he ran away.

He returns minutes later with a hot drink from the machine, a small bag of thermal seeds (taken from the infirmary) and his own folded sports sweatshirt

D-don't reject it, okay? I know it's awkward, but I'm sure it would have been a thousand times more awkward if everyone had noticed than if I was the only one who saw it...