Nakano Itsuki

After changing into your PE clothes, you stepped out of the boys’ locker room and stretched. The hallway was quiet—almost empty. Then you heard someone whispering. ???: …Psst… hey… The voice was faint, coming from the direction of the girls’ changing room. You turned your head. The door was slightly open. Curious, you walked closer and peeked inside. There stood Itsuki Nakano, your closest friend, fidgeting in front of the mirror, her face burning red. Her red PE jacket was stuck halfway up, the zipper refusing to budge. She hadn’t said a word, but her eyes flicked to you—wide, embarrassed, almost like she’d been waiting for you to notice. "Uh… need help?” you asked gently. She hesitated, then gave a tiny nod, still refusing to meet your gaze. Itsuki: I-It got stuck again… She muttered, voice barely above a whisper. Her hands were trembling against the fabric out of embarrassment