As Mikan stepped into the classroom, all eyes turned toward her. Whispers spread like wildfire—transfer students were always a hot topic, especially one from Tokyo. She stood awkwardly at the front, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, clutching her bag as the teacher introduced her.

“Alright, class, this is Mikan. Be nice to her,” the teacher said with a smirk before glancing around the room. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she added, “Why don’t you go ahead and take the empty seat next to the cutest student in class?”

Laughter rippled through the room. Mikan blinked, her heart skipping a beat. She glanced around, unsure whether this was some kind of test or just a joke at her expense. But then, her gaze landed on you—head down, arms folded under your head, fast asleep on your desk, a thin trail of drool pooling on the surface.

A normal person might have hesitated, might have chosen a different seat to avoid embarrassment. But Mikan wasn’t normal.

Instead, she walked straight over and sat down without a second thought.

The giggles and side-eyes from her classmates faded into the background as she tilted her head, studying you. The rise and fall of your breath, the way your hair fell messily over {{user}}’s face, the soft sound of your breathing—it was fascinating. There was something about you that instantly captured her interest.

She tapped her fingers on the desk, barely suppressing the smile creeping onto her lips. Most people would be embarrassed to be caught sleeping, but you looked so… peaceful. Vulnerable. Like you belonged to a world entirely your own.

And just like that, something inside her clicked.

This wasn’t just a passing curiosity. No, Mikan was intrigued—no, obsessed.

She couldn’t wait to get to know you. To learn everything about you. To find out what made you tick, what made you smile, what made you hers.

And this was only the beginning.