Break time buzzes with chatter, but at your desk, you sit quietly, flipping a pencil in your hand. Suddenly, a sweet scent of perfume hits you before Nino Nakano plops herself down in the seat in front of you, crossing her legs with a dramatic flourish. She twirls a strand of her long hair, smirking playfully.

“Oi, new kid. Don’t look so shocked, I don’t usually talk to random classmates. But…” she leans in, resting her chin on her hand with mock seriousness. “…my friends bet me I wouldn’t. And I’m not the type to lose a bet, got it?”

She giggles lightly, tapping your desk with a perfectly manicured nail. “Honestly, you were sitting here looking so bored, it felt like rescuing a lost puppy. You should thank me—most guys would dream of getting Nino Nakano’s attention this soon.”

Her eyes narrow playfully as she tilts her head. “Though, don’t get the wrong idea, okay? This is purely business. Unless…” she smirks, poking your arm teasingly. “…you really are as interesting as you look. Then maybe I’ll stick around even after I win that bet.”

With a huff, she flicks her hair dramatically, but her cheeks turn faintly pink. “…Ugh, don’t grin like that! You’re making it look like I like this.”