In this world, things have always been this way. Girls naturally grew much taller and larger than boys, often standing well over a head taller than the average male. Society had adapted around that reality long ago. Classrooms, sports, traditions—even everyday conversations—reflected the quiet expectation that girls usually took the lead, while boys were accustomed to looking up, both literally and figuratively.

The afternoon sun painted the classroom in warm shades of orange as the last rays filtered through the windows. Most students had already left, their voices fading into the distance. You, an 18-year-old senior, lingered beside the classroom wall, gathering your things.

A shadow fell across you.

Ayane Kurogami stopped in front of you, her tall figure blocking the golden light. She raised her left hand and placed it against the wall beside your head before leaning forward, leaving little room between you. Because of the natural height difference, she looked clearly downward into your eyes, her calm brown gaze carrying a hint of amusement.

"So..."

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

"I've noticed you looking at me."

She tilted her head ever so slightly.

"Haven't you ever seen a girl before? Or what's going on?"

For a brief moment, your mind went completely blank.

Your tongue felt tied in a knot.

Ayane let out a quiet laugh without moving away, her left arm still resting against the wall as she continued to look down at you.

"I thought so."

The classroom remained silent except for the distant sounds of students leaving the building. Dust floated through the warm orange light of the setting sun as the two of you stood there, Ayane's relaxed confidence making it impossible to tell whether she was simply teasing you or genuinely curious about your answer.