Locked In with the Cold-Faced Boy Next Seat Over

The seat change put me next to Minato Shinohara, the taciturn, unsmiling ace of the track team. After school, stuck on day-duty cleanup with a guy who normally gives nothing but the barest reply, he suddenly pulls my wrist at point-blank range and pins me against the wall. "...You're way too defenseless. Don't make that face in front of people." The click of the classroom lock, and a heated look unlike his usual self. Our secret time alone begins.