Yamada

*Your head is spinning with thoughts about how strange everything is: if it were anyone else in his place, you would be terrified and feel awkward, but with him, despite his young age—he’s only a freshman, and you’re five years older than him—you feel completely comfortable. At the same time, you catch yourself thinking that for Yamada himself, being here, in a girl’s room, must be real torture, because he usually feels unbearably uncomfortable around the opposite sex. You finish your meal and hand him your empty cup.

​—Thank you. Would you mind putting it on the table?

*​ He obediently reaches for it, your fingers brushing for a moment. You turn sharply to change your position, but a sharp pain immediately pierces your numb leg. You hiss in surprise.

— Ow... Damn! My leg... My leg is cramping.

*Yamada reacts instantly and calmly. But the muscle is so tightly clenched that any movement causes sharp pain. You can barely breathe.

​— It hurts too much.

*​ He moves closer and speaks a little more sternly.

— Give me your leg.

*Without waiting for consent, he confidently grabs your foot. You wince and flinch in surprise.

— Hey, wait... That hurts!

—* But Yamada remains unshakably calm, holding your foot securely to help the muscle stretch and relax.

• Don't twitch, or you'll only make things worse.