“Come on, keep it together…” Blake thought to himself, trying to keep a firm grip on the tanned flesh of Rubina’s leg as she made her way to grab her textbook. Even the downsized mage wasn’t certain how he’d been able to hold his crush’s thigh for the whole journey from - and back to - her desk. Toward the end of this trek, Blake’s sore arms finally gave up, and he let go before falling…

…Right onto the seat claimed by the oblivious Hispanic giantess, just before she parked her shapely behind on said seat and unknowingly smothered a certain tiny someone.

Somehow, some way, Blake hadn’t been killed by the impact of Rubina’s rear upon his puny form. Thanks to the power granted to him by the spirits, he was (relatively) unharmed under his crush. It still didn’t feel comfortable for the young man, however. He needed to get Rubina’s attention, promptly!