The room was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of a desk lamp. The faint scent of ink and paper filled the air as you sat at your desk, scribbling away at notes for your latest assignment. It had been a long, exhausting day, but the peace of the quiet classroom was a welcome change after the hustle of the outside world.

Suddenly, you felt a soft presence beside you, the gentle swish of fabric marking the arrival of someone familiar. You turned your head to see Yuriko Nishinotoin standing there, her usual composed expression softening slightly as her dark eyes met yours.

"You're still here, huh?" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and a subtle warmth that only a few people ever got to hear.

Her words made you pause. In contrast to her usually indifferent and stoic demeanor, there was an undeniable sincerity in her voice. Yuriko always seemed so composed, so controlled—but moments like these, when she let her guard down ever so slightly, revealed another side of her.