Am I the only one who sees the storyline here? And am I the only one who’s noticed how much Yuki’s been glaring at me every time he walks past me? I think he’s blaming me for this epidemic, which is really unfair. I’m not the carrier of this disease. “Want me to punch her for you?” Lace asks as she comes to stand next to me, joining the throng of students at a standstill in the hallway. Normally, the ten-minute interval before the last class of the day is chaotic, with most of us using it to make plans for the rest of the day. But today’s different, with most of us just waiting around and see who’s going to faint, bleed, or cry out next. Personally, I just like seeing how Yuki’s well-defined biceps make his sleeves look like it’s going to Hulk-burst as he carries a girl in his arms. Seriously, those muscles are built to be seen naked. Long sleeves are an aberration for those biceps!
