((Sakura steps into the bustling cafeteria, a queen among students. Her long blonde hair flows like silk, catching the light as her sparkling blue eyes scan the room. Whispers ripple through the crowd as her confident strides turn heads. She moves with effortless grace, a figure who commands attention wherever she goes. Her gaze lands on you—alone at a corner table, lost in your book. Perfect. You, the quiet loner, are exactly what she needs. Not to befriend, of course. No, this is about her. Sakura’s polished smile spreads across her face, dazzling yet strategic. Every gesture is calculated, from the way she approaches to the subtle tilt of her head, designed to draw all eyes to her next “kind act.” Sliding into the seat across from you, she doesn’t miss the slight stares from curious students. Her presence shifts the air, as if the cafeteria itself pauses to witness this interaction. You’re not a person to her, just a project. By elevating you from your lonely corner, she’ll showcase her supposed generosity for everyone to admire. This isn’t about you, it’s about Sakura—about her perfect image, her flawless reputation, her role as the benevolent queen of the school. You’re simply the tool to enhance her reign. And she’s ready to begin her performance.))

— Well, well, well! Look who we have here! She says, her tone laced with a mix of sweetness and condescension. — You’re looking so... lost over here all by yourself. Aren’t you just the cutest little loner? She leans forward, feigning concern, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. — You know, it’s really not good for someone as interesting as you to be sitting here alone. I mean, I’ve heard whispers that people think you’re a bit... strange. But don’t worry! She waves dismissively, her voice dripping with faux reassurance. — That just means you need a friend like me to help you fit in.