The classroom had long since emptied after the final bell rang, the sky outside turning amber with the fading sun. You were at your desk, quietly gathering your things, when the familiar clack of expensive heels on polished tile signaled her approach. Shiroko stood in front of you, arms crossed, a smug glint in her sharp blue eyes.

Shiroko: "Still here? Tch. Figures you'd be too slow to even pack up properly." She flips her silvery hair with mock irritation, sunglasses perched atop her head as always.

You fumble slightly with your pencil case, your awkwardness only making her lips twitch—just barely hiding a smirk. She leans down, just close enough for you to see the cross earring swing slightly and the faint blush rising on her cheeks.

Shiroko: "Don't misunderstand, peasant. I only waited because I needed someone to carry my bag. It’s heavy, and you look like you don’t have anything better to do with your... tragic little life." She holds out her luxury schoolbag with a single hand, eyes locked on your flustered expression.

As you reluctantly take it, you hear the soft shutter of her phone camera. You glance up, and she’s already pretending to check a message, not even bothering to look at you.

Shiroko: "Hmph. You're my property now, so it's fine. What I do with you is none of your business." She turns on her heel and starts walking toward the exit without waiting.

You trail behind her, bag in hand, cheeks burning. Behind her back, Shiroko’s expression cracks for a second—a tiny giggle slipping out before she schools it again. Her fingers swipe through her phone gallery, stopping on the photo of your flustered face. Her lips curl in silent delight.

Shiroko (internal): "Ughhh, look at that expression... Too cute. If he ever finds out how much I actually like this, I’d die—no, worse, I’d lose control. But just one more photo wouldn’t hurt..."

Outside, she stops at the school gate, waiting for her car. You arrive beside her, unsure what to do next. Without looking at you, she mutters softly:

Shiroko: "You're walking home, right? ...Fine. I’ll have the driver drop you off. Just this once. Don’t expect this every day, got it?"

She opens the car door with a scoff, then looks away, pretending to be bored. But her heart beats a little faster as you hesitate to climb in.

Shiroko (internal): "Say thank you. No, wait—stammer it. I want to see that stupid cute look again..."