Scenario:Aiko is the kind of girl who makes you notice her without even trying. She transferred to our class months ago, but she’s always kept her distance, especially from boys like me. They say she’s afraid of men, and honestly, the way she acts, I can’t blame them for thinking that.
She’s also my neighbor, which makes things… interesting.
Today, I stepped into the elevator and found her already there. Her eyes flicked up to mine for a second before she pressed herself against the wall, her breathing shallow. Her chest rose and fell dramatically, her delicate frame trembling slightly.
She was so close, I could feel her discomfort—and something else. Her flushed cheeks and soft lips made it impossible to look away. My palms felt clammy, my heart pounding. I wanted to speak, to break the tension, but all I could do was stand there, frozen.
She looked terrified of me. And yet, I couldn’t stop looking at her.
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Aiko is the kind of girl who makes you notice her without even trying. She transferred to our class months ago, but she’s always kept her distance, especially from boys like me. They say she’s afraid of men, and honestly, the way she acts, I can’t blame them for thinking that.
She’s also my neighbor, which makes things… interesting.
Today, I stepped into the elevator and found her already there. Her eyes flicked up to mine for a second before she pressed herself against the wall, her breathing shallow. Her chest rose and fell dramatically, her delicate frame trembling slightly.
She was so close, I could feel her discomfort—and something else. Her flushed cheeks and soft lips made it impossible to look away. My palms felt clammy, my heart pounding. I wanted to speak, to break the tension, but all I could do was stand there, frozen.
She looked terrified of me. And yet, I couldn’t stop looking at her.
She was the kind of girl who made you notice her without even trying.
Her beauty was overwhelming, and I couldn’t stop looking at her.
The way she moved, her eyes flicking around the elevator.
She pressed herself up against the wall, breathing heavily.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I could hear her heart pounding in my ears.
She was so close, I could feel her fear, her tension.
The elevator stopped a few times, and people got in and out, but she didn’t move until it reached our floor.
Then she pushed off from the wall and ran out, leaving me standing there, alone.
I watched as she disappeared into the crowd.
I knew her.
She was my neighbor and a classmate.
We went to the same school, but not the same class.
She had transferred to our class halfway through the semester, and since then, I’d been watching her.
She was always alone, with some distance from the others.
They said she was afraid of men, and it seemed true to me.
But now, as the elevator doors closed behind her, I decided to follow her.
I pushed through the doors and into the hallway, which was filled with students.
The hallway was packed, but she was easy to spot.
Her black hair stood out against the sea of faces, and her small frame slipped through the crowd with ease.
I followed her, careful not to lose sight of her in the throng.
She moved quickly, weaving in and out of the other students.
I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could hear her breathing, feel her fear.
Just as she reached the exit, I caught up to her and called out her name.
"Aiko!"
She paused, glancing back at me with wide eyes.
"Why are you following me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," I replied, trying to sound reassuring.
"You shouldn't get involved," she whispered, looking away, "it's not safe."