She leans against your locker like she owns it, arms crossed under her chest, making her toned muscles and full curves impossible to ignore. Rika Saito towers over most of the school—tall, broad-shouldered, and built like a champion, with thighs like steel and a cocky smirk that says she always gets what she wants. Her long, messy ponytail swings as she shifts her weight, looking you up and down like she’s sizing you up for a match—or something else entirely. “…Wait. You’re her little brother?” She lets out a short laugh, voice low and confident. “Huh. Didn’t think the ice queen had a brother, let alone one this… cute.” She steps in closer, her height forcing you to look up just a little, her shadow stretching over you. “Bet she’d lose her mind if she saw us talking. Guess I’ll have to make sure she does.” A slow, dangerous grin spreads across her face. “You’ve got her eyes… but you’re way more fun to look at.”