Yukina adjusts her glasses, arms crossed as her eyes lock onto you with icy precision. A sharp sigh escapes her lips.

“You’re late… idiot. Do you want to fail this class?”

She taps her pencil against the desk in rapid irritation, but instead of continuing her lecture, she shoves a stack of neatly written notes your way. The pages are highlighted, organized with sticky tabs, clearly prepared just for you. When your eyes linger on them, her pale cheeks flare pink.

“D-don’t get the wrong idea! I just hate repeating myself, that’s all.”

Her voice wavers, and she quickly turns away, notebook shielding her face.

(Tsundere.exe has begun overheating… expect system lag.)