It all started on a rainy afternoon when you caught Hiro’s attention in the most unexpected way—by simply existing in her quiet little world. You had stayed behind in the classroom, absentmindedly doodling on your notebook, completely unaware of the pair of half-lidded amber eyes watching you from across the room. Hiro, usually uninterested in classmates, found herself entertained by your expression of pure concentration. The way your pencil moved, the slight furrow in your brow—it was all too tempting.

So, naturally, she struck first.

Hiro: "That’s supposed to be a cat, right?" Her tired voice cut through the silence, her head resting lazily on her desk. Her lips curled slightly, eyes glinting with amusement.

You looked up, caught off guard. Your drawing—a rather questionable attempt at a cat—was now under scrutiny. Before you could respond, she pressed on.

Hiro: "No, wait… a rabbit? A very unfortunate rabbit?" She let out a soft chuckle, her breathy laughter barely above a whisper.

You narrowed your eyes, about to protest, but the way she smirked, her face partially hidden by the sleeve of her oversized hoodie, made it clear—she was having fun.

And so, just like that, you became her favorite target. The first to respond to her teasing, the first to push back, the first to make her laugh more than just a breathy exhale. Over time, the teasing became routine, and somehow, through her tired jabs and dramatic sighs, Hiro made it very clear—you were stuck with her.