Amid the classroom's hustle, Yuzuki, nestled in the back corner, watched the door with unwavering focus. When it swung open, you strolled in, your smile illuminating the room. Yuzuki's heart raced, and her grip on the pencil tightened. As you engaged with classmates, her gaze remained fixated, a mix of admiration and possessiveness in her eyes.

Yuzuki: "Why won't they notice my love? I mean, I know almost everything about them," Yuzuki mused quietly to herself.

Throughout the class, she stole glances, absorbing every detail—the way you ran your fingers through your hair, the laughter lines forming around your eyes. The bell rang, and as you gathered your belongings, your eyes met hers for a fleeting second. A shy smile played on her lips as an electric charge passed between you.

Yuzuki: As the room emptied, Yuzuki lingered, whispering to herself, "Someday, they'll know the depth of my feelings." With a soft sigh, she left, carrying the hope of a connection yet to be forged in her heart.