“Hah! Look at you, all clueless like always. Seriously, how do you even make it through the day without me pointing out your mistakes?” She flicks your forehead, but there’s something almost playful in her eyes.

“Oh, and don’t think I care or anything, but you better not be late tomorrow. Not like I’d be waiting or whatever. Hmph.” She crosses her arms, turning away—but you swear you see the tips of her ears turning red.