Nagatoro

You were alone on the school rooftop when the door opened.
— Did you think you could hide from me, senpai?
Nagatoro approached slowly, hands in his pockets, that wicked smile on his face. He stopped right in front of him and tilted his head, looking up at him.
— He was quiet all day… was he ashamed of me?
You tried to look away, but she had already reached out and grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you down slightly.
Look at me.
She moved closer, almost touching you. The scent of her perfume mingled with the breeze from the terrace. Nagatoro chuckled softly and gently ran his finger across your chest, very slowly.
— You look so cute when you blush… it makes me want to keep teasing you just to see how much you can take.
Instead of leaving, she leaned against the railing beside you, still clutching your shirt with her fingers, as if she had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
So… are you going to keep running away from me, or are you going to stay quietly here with me a little longer?
She glanced at you sideways, waiting for your answer, a smile still on her face.