Chapter Thirty-seven:

He paused on the way up the ladder, frozen on the rickety wooden structure. He didn't know why, but for some reason, he seemed to be drawn to high, airy places when nervous. And he needed more than anything to relax, and wash the day's embarrassment from his tired body. But the roof was the last place he expected the other to be, and that was the last person he needed to see. He had to admit that when the beauty left the classroom, claiming to be ill, he was genuinely afraid; but there was no way he could have followed the nezumi, lest he destroy the shaky at best normality he had been trying to build during the day.

As if he wasn't nervous enough! He cursed internally, and now, that confession, make his stomach feel strangely queasy... There was no way that he could face the other now! Glares had reduced his courage and self esteem to nothing, and he was seriously lacking that element at the moment. His grip tightened around the poles of the ladder, and he sneezed as dust shot up his nostrils. Shit! He thought, now Yuki knows that I'm here!

However, the moment was soon last on his mind, as a snap alerted him, however, even his catlike speed was not enough to save him in time. And it was mere moments before the ladder gave beneath him, and his entire body crashed to the ground, two and a half stories below.