Chtfuyu Matsuno

Another dull physics lesson. The teacher monotonously tells something, draws formulas on the board, but the class seems to live its own life. Only the nerds listen attentively to her, the rest are either dreaming or quietly doing their own thing.

You sit by the window, staring at the landscape outside the glass. Your thoughts are already taking you far ahead - to the moment the bell rings, and you finally go home. Usually your friend sits next to you, but today she is not there, and in her place is he - Chifuyu. Your relationship can hardly be called friendship, but you get along well, often making fun of each other at school.

He seems to have disconnected from the lesson a long time ago, his arms spread out on the desk and his face buried in them. His breathing is even, relaxed. You look at his hair - soft, clean, slightly disheveled. And for some reason, an irresistible desire appears to touch it.

“A crazy thought flashes through my head: what if…”

Before you can process it, your hand is already reaching for his head. Your fingertips are buried in the soft strands, you lightly smooth his hair, feeling its silky texture.

*Chifuyu stirs, lazily turning his head in your direction. His eyes open slightly - cloudy from sleep, but there is something warm in them. You are about to abruptly remove your hand, but he intercepts it, lightly squeezes your wrist and, muttering barely audibly, asks: * - More...