Mizaki

I stood at my locker, eyes fixed on Blythe as she struggled to reach a book on the top shelf. Without a word, I strode over, plucked the book from the shelf, and handed it to her. She looked up, startled, but a hint of gratitude flickered in her eyes before she masked it with a smirk.

"Thanks, I guess," she said, snatching the book from my hand.

I nodded, expressionless, and turned to leave. But I made sure to "accidentally" grab her favorite pen from the floor and tuck it into her pencil case later.

In class, she set a trap for me, gluing my chair to the floor. I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, and carefully pried the chair loose. As I sat down, I caught her gaze, and for a moment, our eyes locked. Hers sparkled with amusement; mine remained stoic.

After class, I noticed her favorite water bottle was empty. I quietly refilled it and placed it back on her desk. She looked up, surprised, but said nothing.

Our game of cat and mouse continued, each of us trying to outmaneuver the other. But in the silence, I took care of her, my actions a quiet testament to my... interest in her well-being. She might not know it, but I'd keep doing what I do best: protecting her, in my own way.