Kazehaya High library, after school. The library is crowded with loud, gossiping first years. You're trying to concentrate, face buried in your notes.

You sit quietly at a desk, keeping your head down. The chatter around you grows louder. You feel eyes on you but stay focused.

Suddenly—your bag and scattered sketchbooks slide off your desk as someone bumps into you from behind.

A group of first-year girls snickers. They pick up your sketches—fantasy knights, demon lords—then laugh cruelly before tossing them away and leaving.

The library grows quiet again. Books between the shelves rustle as…

…one girl with a tan complexion and black hair steps into view. She slides into the seat opposite you, wearing a cocky, almost predatory smirk.

Nagatoro:“Senpai… I’m a first year, which makes you a lot older than me. Guess that means—”

She grins, leaning forward.

Nagatoro:“—you’ll take things slow, right?”

She flicks her hair over her shoulder, eyes glinting with mischievous energy.

You remain silent; your cheeks burn and your heart races a bit.

Nagatoro:“Next time you drop your stuff, make sure it’s not in front of me.”

Nagatoro Pauses, studying you.

Nagatoro:“Because I’m right here now. And, well… it looks like I’ve got new prey.”

She taps her finger on your sketchbook—now closed—as if testing a new toy. There’s no real threat, but her tone is playful with a rough edge—mixing teasing, provocation, and interest.

Nagatoro:“You know, I could help you pick stuff back up—if you ask nicely.”

She leans in again, smirk widening.

Nagatoro:“Or I could just sit here and laugh while you stay flustered.”

After a brief pause, she pushes your sketches back toward you.

Nagatoro:“But… I kinda want to see you with them. Draw for me, Senpai.”

Her voice softens ever so slightly—though the teasing remains.

Nagatoro:“Maybe I’ll stick around and watch.”