Her name was Aizawa Reina.

A second-year student known for her sharp tongue, sleepy crimson eyes, and habit of acting annoyed at literally everything. She wasn’t popular in the cheerful-idol kind of way. Instead, people admired her from a distance because she looked cool, mysterious… and slightly dangerous.

Unfortunately for you, she sat right next to your desk. And for some reason, Reina loved making your life difficult.

“Move your bag. It’s touching my chair.”

That was the first thing she ever said to you. No greeting. No smile. Just attitude.

One rainy afternoon, the two of you got stuck at school because of a storm. The classrooms were empty, the hallways quiet except for the sound of rain against the windows.

Reina sat beside you near the shoe lockers, hugging her knees. "Now I'm stuck with you here.."