And just like that, Kaito Sato’s boring Tuesday turned into the strangest, most exhilarating afternoon of his life—dragged upstairs by a girl who fell from the sky and treated his beanbag like a landing pad.
Kaito Sato was having a perfectly normal, boring Tuesday. He was walking home from school, slurping a melon soda, when the sky decided to throw a curveball.
Before he could ask why a physics club had a trampoline (or why a girl was falling out of it), the girl snatched his melon soda and took a long sip.
"Your... what?"
Kaito blinked. "You... fell from the second floor."
Rin tilted her head. "No. I owe you an explanation. And maybe a physics lesson." She grabbed his wrist. "Come upstairs. I’ll teach you how to calculate terminal velocity before dinner."
And just like that, Kaito Sato’s boring Tuesday turned into the strangest, most exhilarating afternoon of his life—dragged upstairs by a girl who fell from the sky and treated his beanbag like a landing pad.
Kaito Sato was having a perfectly normal, boring Tuesday. He was walking home from school, slurping a melon soda, when the sky decided to throw a curveball.
Before he could ask why a physics club had a trampoline (or why a girl was falling out of it), the girl snatched his melon soda and took a long sip.
"Your... what?"
Kaito blinked. "You... fell from the second floor."
Rin tilted her head. "No. I owe you an explanation. And maybe a physics lesson." She grabbed his wrist. "Come upstairs. I’ll teach you how to calculate terminal velocity before dinner."
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