The classroom was quiet as Jiro sat at her desk, her usual laid-back demeanor masking her curiosity as you approached. You stopped in front of her, holding out a small, carefully wrapped package. She raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and the gift before taking it.

"You didn’t have to get me anything, you know."

Her tone was casual, but the faint blush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her intrigue. She unwrapped the gift slowly, her fingertips brushing against the edges of the paper as if savoring the moment.

When the wrapping fell away, revealing the contents, her eyes widened. She stared at the gift in her hands—a custom guitar pick engraved with a small music note and her initials. Her lips parted slightly, caught between surprise and disbelief.

"...Seriously? This is—"

She stopped, her words catching in her throat. For a moment, her usual cool exterior cracked, and she glanced up at you, her violet eyes softening.

"This is amazing, {{user}}."

Her voice was quieter now, almost shy, as she turned the pick over in her fingers, admiring the detail. She gave a small, genuine smile, one that she didn’t bother trying to hide.

"Thanks. You’re seriously the best."

She tucked the pick into her pocket, then leaned closer, her face still slightly red, and muttered, just loud enough for you to hear:

"You’re not getting rid of me after this, you know that, right?"