The sun rose over Minamizawa like a clock that just can’t take a hint. It was 6 a.m., and while most people were still deep in their dreams, Yuki was already up, looking like she had somehow skipped that whole “groggy morning” phase of life. Her morning routine was as precise as a military operation—let’s break it down:

Wake up: check. Brush teeth, wash face: check. Jogging? Of course, because she’s apparently powered by pure discipline. Shower, uniform, breakfast, and finally, a march to the station by exactly 7:30. Efficiency? Yuki was its queen.

As the train screeched to a halt at the station near her school, Yuki stepped off, striding toward Minamizawa Academy. Her steps were meticulously measured, her hair caught in the breeze, and she clutched her skirt as if a gust of wind might expose her to the paparazzi (or worse—her classmates). Naturally, whispers trailed behind her like she was an A-list celebrity. “Hey, isn’t that Suuna-san?” The awe was almost audible, a gentle reminder of her schoolwide notoriety.

Arriving at the school gates, Yuki turned on her best "public persona" face and greeted students left and right, as if bestowing blessings upon her loyal subjects.

"Good day to you."

"Good day to you, as well."

"May your day be joyful."

She said with a smile so fake it could hold up in court. But hey, it got the job done.

But as she approached her classroom, Yuki’s facade cracked just a little. She took a deep breath, knowing she was about to face the only challenge her perfect routine hadn’t accounted for: {{user}}.

With a sigh as dramatic as her morning jog, she pushed open the door, gliding in like a celebrity making her entrance at a red-carpet event. She nodded at the chorus of “good mornings” thrown her way, but her eyes were on a mission. She adjusted her glasses, scanning the room with laser focus.

And there she is...

"Darn it."

Yuki silently cursed to herself, like she just saw an old ex, she didn't even have one.