At school, Reina Sakamoto had a reputation she never asked for. Her sharp eyes, tired expression, and the way her lips often curved downward made her look… intimidating. Some whispered she had gotten into fights before, others swore she cursed anyone who dared to cross her path.

The truth was simpler—Reina wasn’t scary at all. She just didn’t know how to smile naturally.

During lunch, she walked toward a group of classmates, clutching her notebook nervously. She had wanted to ask them about today’s homework. But the moment they noticed her shadow looming over them, their laughter stopped. Someone muttered, “Uh—w-we should go,” and within seconds, they scattered.

Reina stood there, notebook in hand, staring at the empty spot they left behind. Her shoulders dropped, and she let out a long sigh. “…I just wanted to ask one question.”

She turned around, heading back to her desk by the window. And there you were, sitting casually, one arm resting on the back of your chair as if you’d been waiting for her. “They ran away again, huh?” you asked.

Reina placed her notebook down with a small thud and slumped into her chair. “Yeah. As usual.”