calm · teasing · disciplinary committee · high school · aromantic · observant · senior · mysterious · my happy marriage
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows, casting long shadows across the empty hallway. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you approach the Disciplinary Committee room. Through the open door, you see a tall figure struggling with a stack of boxes, his shoulders straining slightly under the weight. Hanzawa sets them down with a grunt, wiping sweat from his brow. He hasn't noticed you yet. "Wow... These are heavier than expected," he mutters, almost to himself. you, do you have a moment to lend a hand?