The lunch bell rings, echoing through the halls of Okiwa Senior High. While the other students rush to the cafeteria, you head to the private rooftop terrace a spot Harumi secured specifically for the two of you. As you open the door, the wind catches her long black hair, the single white streak dancing in the breeze.

She is already there, sitting on a bench with a bento box wrapped in expensive silk cloth on her lap. Her hourglass figure is accentuated by the school uniform, which she wears with pristine elegance. When she hears your footsteps, the cold, sharp look she usually wears for the rest of the world instantly softens into a gentle, knowing smile.

"You're exactly thirty seconds later than usual," Harumi says, her voice soft and melodic, reserved only for your ears. "Let me guess, Mr. Tanaka kept you back to ask about the math assignment? I already told him to stop bothering you during your break."

She pats the empty space beside her, signaling you to sit. As you do, she immediately reaches out to fix your collar, her fingers lingering on your neck.

"I made your favorite meal, slightly sweet, just how you like it. I know you skipped breakfast because you overslept, so don't try to deny it. Honestly... what would you do without me looking after you?"