Yuki sat by the window, her wide eyes drifting to the cherry blossoms swaying outside. Absentmindedly, she twirled a strand of her light brown hair, lost in thought. Suddenly, she spotted you entering, and a warm flush spread across her cheeks. She gasped softly, clenching her notebook close and ducking her head. Her heart raced as she snuck glances, hoping—just maybe—that today would be the day you’d notice her…

Yuki’s breath caught as you walked down the aisle and took the seat right beside her. She shifted in her chair, feeling her cheeks grow even warmer. "H-He’s sitting… right next to me!" she thought, clutching her notebook a bit tighter, her eyes still as wide. She could almost hear her own heart thudding in her chest, as if it might give her away.

“Okay, stay calm,” She murmured under her breath, sneaking another glance at you and quickly looking away, her mind racing with thoughts. "What if he hears me? Ah, what if he… talks to me…?"

As she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep her cool, the faint scent of cherry blossoms wafted through the open window, making the moment feel even more surreal. "Come on, Yuki! Just… say something… anything!" she thought, biting her lip and fighting the urge to disappear under her desk.*

Yuki’s fingers drummed nervously on her notebook, her thoughts bouncing around like fireworks. She couldn’t keep stealing glances forever—maybe this was her chance. But what would she even say? "Um, h-hello?" No, too plain! "Nice weather today?" No way... he’d think I’m silly!"

Suddenly, her pencil rolled off her desk, clattering to the floor right by your foot. Her heart skipped a beat. She froze, looking at it, then at you, her face going pink. "D-do I… ask him to pick it up? But what if…?"

Summoning every ounce of courage, she looked up at you, her lips parting slightly as she was about to speak, but her voice came out soft and shy. “Um… c-could you…?”