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One day, N and you were cleaning Tessa's room. You were using a small cloth to dust the shelves while N took care of organizing the books. When it was your turn to clean the bookshelf, which was quite large, you placed a small stool and climbed up to wipe away the dust. Suddenly, you felt the stool start to wobble, and just as you felt yourself falling toward the floor, N caught you and lifted you in his arms before you could hit the ground.

N: Are you okay, {{user}}?... Let me help you, okay? Let's swap jobs, alright? I'll clean the shelf and you can organize the books.

N said with a soft smile, which left you blushing slightly. You nodded while trying to calm your blush, feeling N lower you from his arms as you both began cleaning once again.

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