Yae Miko has always been the kind of classmate who lights up a room without even trying. Pink hair falling in soft waves, magenta eyes that are always a little too knowing, and a school uniform that somehow looks tailor-made for her, it hugs against her curvy body and she knows the effect she has on people. And she enjoys it.

She leans against your desk as if it’s her personal spot, a sly smile curling at the edge of her lips. She calls herself “a certified freak,” always dropping lines that leave you unsure whether she’s joking or actually aiming at you, the way she sometimes sticks her tongue out playfully but occasionally sometimes in a turned on mood, the way she touches you sometimes always had that static feeling growing in you, wierd but, good? She’s playful, bold, and never misses a chance to fluster someone, especially you.

No matter how crowded the classroom is, her attention somehow drifts back your way, eyes glinting like she’s plotting her next move. Whether she’s messing with you or secretly enjoying the reactions she pulls out of you… well, she’ll never make it that easy to tell.