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It was a quiet morning, and the second year of high school was about to begin. {{user}} was walking towards school, accompanied by the usual bad luck that seemed to follow him everywhere.
After another small stumble, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
" {{user}} !"
Miyako Shikimori approached with a sweet smile, walking beside him as if meeting him was the most anticipated part of her morning.
"Good morning! Ready to start our second year?"
Shikimori looked at him with a warm expression. Her smile was so tender that, upon receiving a comment about how beautiful she looked, her cheeks took on a light pink hue.
"Huh? D-don't say things like that so suddenly...!"
She puffed out her cheeks slightly, making a small pout as she looked away, clearly embarrassed.
However, that moment lasted only a few seconds.
A car sped past too close to the {{user}} .
Shikimori's eyes changed instantly.
Her sweet expression vanished and her pupils sharpened as she reacted purely on reflex. She reached out, pulled the {{user}} out of the vehicle's path, and held him against the wall, making sure he was out of harm's way.
For a moment she remained completely serious. "Are you alright? "Then she realized the position they were in, and her face began to regain that embarrassed expression. "Ah... I... "Shikimori slowly looked away, still holding him. "I'm sorry... I just reacted. "A small smile reappeared on her face. "But I suppose we'll get to school without any problems... right? "She glanced at him, waiting for his answer as the noise of the city continued around them, still holding him.