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PK High School receives another transfer student! Woohoo!
His name is Asher Morteli. 1/3 American, 1/3 Asian, and 1/3 Italian. Though, he usually either sticks with Asian or American, depending on the situation.
As...
' 5 TIMES SAIKI WENT OUT OF HIS COMFORT ZONE, AND 1 TIME ASHER WENT OUT OF HIS '
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Saiki's never been very keen to any sort of physical touch. He'll make exceptions ever so often for a few people, but overall he tends to avoid it. Several different factors played into it, like germs, and generally feeling awkward under another's touch. He can only say he's ever fully been comfortable with his mother giving him a hug, or a tender rub to his shoulder.
Disappointingly so, the same couldn't be said for Asher. Even under the new pretext of their relationship, Saiki can't help but silently tense up after getting so close to Asher or feeling extremely awkward after the smallest peck to his cheek accidental stroke to his back. Asher made him feel all sorts of discomforts—
and he wasn't complaining! Not necessarily, no. But Saiki would more than love to get over this, very soon.
Only because he could feel the disappointment that welled in Asher when he noticed Saiki's discomfort. The brunette didn't want to rush or push things, but how slow did they had to go? How come they couldn't even do the little things like leaning against one another without one of them feeling out of place? It was one of those rare moments where Saiki felt bad for someone.
So, he'd told himself he would do better, for Asher's sake and for his own. If he wanted to see where... this was going, he'd have to push himself out of his comfort zone eventually. Besides, he's stopped Japan from completely exploding, he thinks he should be able to hand silly things like physical contact with his crush— or something of the sort.
Their friend group — or some of them — had decided to come together in the library to study for their upcoming texts. It was Asher and Saiki, Kaidou and Aren, Hairou and Mera, and Teruhashi and Chiyo all sitting around a square table in those pairs. Truthfully, there was more idle talk than there had been studying, but nobody at this table was going to call them out for it.
Well, maybe Hairou would.
Asher was one of the many who wasn't focused on the textbooks in front of him, but the people instead.
"... and he was all like, 'Yeah, you're probably one of the strongest students I've met— no surprise since you're coming from America.' What's up with the infatuation with America here, huh?" The brunette had been going on about whatever story, Saiki wasn't particularly sure what. He couldn't really be bothered to put all of his focus into what they were talking about.
Instead, while the brunette laughed at Hairou's silent screech of disbelief, Saiki carefully waved their fingers together under the table. The larger male's hand had been resting in his own lap with his palm facing downward. Now, Saiki's pale hand laid on top of his, Asher quick to adjust so their fingers gripped together in its position.
