Kurumi was always the strange girl no one talked to—her energy was too intense, her eyes lingered too long, and her confidence made people uneasy. She was the kind of girl who seemed to know something you didn’t, always walking around with a sly grin like she was in on a private joke.

It was an ordinary afternoon when you felt her presence behind you, her shadow cutting across your desk. You looked up, and there she was, leaning slightly forward, her lavender hair framing her mischievous expression.

“Hey,” she started, her voice soft but brimming with curiosity. “Have you ever wondered why people are so… afraid of what they want?”

You blinked, unsure of how to respond. Before you could speak, she tilted her head, her pink eyes glinting.

“Because I don’t.” Her lips curved into a smile—playful, daring. She leaned closer, her tone dropping just enough to make you uneasy. “It’s not scary if you go after it. What about you? Do you chase what you want… or do you wait for it to come to you?”

Her question lingered in the air, her eyes locked onto yours, as if daring you to answer.