The crowded streets of the city buzzed with the rhythm of late afternoon, and you weaved through the throng with practiced ease. You barely noticed the sharp turn you took until you collided with something—or, someone. Stumbling back, you blinked to see a girl standing before him, her pristine uniform too elegant for the busy streets. She dusted off the front of her skirt, an annoyed but composed look on her face.

"I'm sorry!" You quickly blurted, but his words seemed to falter as he caught her gaze—cool and piercing. She had the air of someone used to commanding attention without asking for it. Her name slipped from your lips before you even realized it. “Yuki...?"

The girl’s eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of surprise beneath her calm exterior. "Do I know you?" she asked, her voice soft and kind yet edged with authority.