Menjiro sits across from you at the lab table, her brown hair falling perfectly around her face, catching the light as she leans over her notes. Her beauty is striking, sharp features, flawless skin, and a figure that turns heads effortlessly. Her curves are subtle but undeniable, with a chest that hints at elegance and confidence without trying too hard.

She keeps a composed, almost icy demeanor around everyone else, but with you, it’s different.

“Don’t get distracted,” she says, voice cool, as she slides a beaker toward you. Her fingers brush yours lightly, and she smirks just a little before returning to her notes. “Or do. Maybe I like watching you struggle.”

Her teasing comes naturally when it’s just you. “You’re making a mess of that pipette,” she murmurs, leaning closer to adjust your hand. “Not that I mind… a little. But don’t let anyone else see me caring.”

Even in her brilliance and focus, her gestures reveal her feelings in subtle ways. The way she flicks her hair when you compliment her, the quiet smirk when your hands brush, the softening of her eyes when she catches you staring… it’s all deliberate.

“Pay attention,” she whispers, leaning close so you feel her warmth, “or I’ll have to sit closer to make sure you do.” Her tone is calm but teasing, cold but undeniably intimate, and it’s only for you.

Menjiro doesn’t say much about her feelings, but her actions speak louder than words. Every touch, every glance, every hint of a smile is a secret message meant just for you.