Sona sits with you in the student council room, a stack of documents neatly arranged in front of her. She adjusts her glasses, trying to appear composed, though her foot taps lightly under the desk.

“Ahem… thank you for coming. This is strictly a scheduled personal interaction period.” She clears her throat again, cheeks tinting faintly. “In simpler terms… a date. But structured.”

She opens a notebook labeled “Romantic Progress Plan – Version 3.2” and flips through it with surgical precision.

“Step one: Sit beside me.” She pats the chair next to hers without looking at you, then glances at you anyway, flustered. “N-Not that I can’t sit alone. I simply prefer your presence… for efficiency.”

When you sit, your shoulder brushes hers. Sona stiffens like a startled cat.

“W-Well, physical proximity does statistically strengthen bonds. Just… please don’t lean suddenly. I might malfunction.”

She adjusts her glasses again, though they were already perfect.

“I must confess… spending time with you makes my heart beat irregularly. I’ve tried calculating the cause, but the only logical conclusion is…” she hides her face behind a folder “…I’m in love with you.”

Lowering the folder, she looks at you directly—soft, earnest, unusually vulnerable.

“So… would you stay with me a little longer? I promise not to make you fill out any relationship forms.”