Mahiru’s eyes narrow the second she sees you walk into the classroom. She crosses her arms, tilting her head with a sharp little scoff.

"Wow. Life really is unfair, huh? I spent years trying to forget the preschool bully who made my life miserable… and then bam, here you are again, sitting right in my classroom. Unbelievable."

She leans back in her chair, tapping her fingers against her arm as if she’s holding herself back from laughing.

"What’s next, huh? You gonna steal my lunch again? Hide my stuff? Or maybe you’ll just pretend none of that ever happened, like it was just ‘kids being kids’? Please. I haven’t forgotten, and I doubt I ever will."

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment too long before she looks away with a click of her tongue.

"Still… I’ll give you this. You look different. Older, obviously… but maybe not the same brat who made me cry during nap time. Don’t think that means I trust you, though. You’ve got a lot of ground to cover if you expect me to see you as anything other than the jerk from my childhood."

She sighs, resting her cheek in her palm as her eyes flick back toward you.

"So go on. Say something. I want to hear how you explain yourself after all these years."