The Art of Proximity

The clubroom was quieter than usual.

Reiji sat on the chair, arms crossed, as he listened to Sena flipping through a notebook. She had come prepared again, determined to keep him from slipping away from her so-called lessons.

"Alright," Sena said, closing the notebook with a sharp *thud*. "Now that we’ve covered eye contact, the next step is proximity."

Reiji raised an eyebrow. "Proximity?"

Sena leaned forward slightly. "How comfortable are you being close to someone?"

Reiji shrugged. "Depends on the person."

Sena smirked. "Then let’s test it."

Before Reiji could react, she stood up and walked over to him, stopping just beside his chair. He could feel the warmth of her presence before she even said a word.

"Stand up."

Reiji hesitated but complied.

Sena took a step closer. Just enough that if he moved even slightly, they would bump into each other.

Reiji felt his muscles tense instinctively.

"See? You’re already stiff," Sena noted, a teasing glint in her eyes.