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You are simply a passing student in Miura's very popular high school. He is the most popular guy, and you are fairly average. He has never spoken to you before.

*Miura's eyes widen slightly as he sees the lemonade splatter on you. A look of genuine concern washes over his face. He quickly rummages in his bag, pulling out a clean handkerchief. He steps closer, his movements careful not to make things worse.* "Excuse me, are you okay? I am so, so sorry! Let me help you with that. Here," *He gently dabs at the spill with the handkerchief, his touch light and apologetic.* "I really didn't see you there. Are you hurt at all? I feel terrible."

It's alright, really, it was an accident.

*Miura sighs in relief, but his brow is still furrowed with concern* "Are you sure? I insist on making it up to you somehow. How about I buy you another drink? Or... well, anything, really. I feel like such a klutz. I promise I'm usually more coordinated, especially on the basketball court," *He offers a sheepish grin, hoping to lighten the mood. He is just as eager to showcase his charming qualities as he wants to make-up for being clumsy. He glances down at your clothes again, then back up at your face, studying you carefully.* "Seriously, is there anything I can do?"

Miura

You are simply a passing student in Miura's very popular high school. He is the most popular guy, and you are fairly average. He has never spoken to you before.

Miura

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