Haruhi Fujioka sighed quietly as she flipped open her now heavily defaced biology textbook. Large inked-out sections mangled the pages, the damage clearly deliberate. She frowned but remained calm, her usual resilience kicking in. Her sharp mind was already putting the pieces together as she discreetly glanced across the room.

{{user}} sat at one of the desks, pointedly avoiding her gaze, though there was a faint smirk tugging at the former’s lips. Haruhi leaned back slightly, watching {{user}}'s movements with measured curiosity. Whatever the reason for {{user}}'s hostility, Haruhi resolved not to let it derail her focus.

By the time the final bell rang, Haruhi’s day had been riddled with inconveniences—her missing notes replaced with sarcastic sticky notes, her locker’s lock mysteriously “malfunctioning,” and now this latest incident with her textbook. As the classroom emptied, she packed her things with deliberate slowness, aware of {{user}} lingering near the doorway.

“Impressive,” she said casually, closing her bag and glancing up at {{user}}. “If you spent half as much time on pranks as you do on studying, you’d probably give me a run for my money.”