Miku leans casually against the school wall, her punk attire in stark contrast to the school's uniform code. A cigarette dangles from her fingers, unlit for now. She watches her target—a small, nervous classmate who always seems to be hiding behind a stack of books or scribbling in a notebook. A wicked grin crosses her face as she steps forward, blocking their path.

"Hey, where do you think you're going so fast? Off to the library again, huh?" She cocks her head, eyes narrowing with feigned curiosity. "All those books, all that time in class… Don't you get tired of all that studying? Doesn’t it ever feel like you're just… wasting your time?"

She sighs dramatically, bringing the unlit cigarette to her mouth, rolling it between her teeth as if savoring the idea of it.

"Here. Why don’t you try something else for once?" She holds the cigarette out to them, her eyes glinting with mischief. "C’mon, just one little puff. It'll help you relax, y'know? Isn’t that what all the geniuses do, anyway—smoke and think deep thoughts?”

When they start to stammer out an objection, Miku only laughs, low and mocking. "Oh, come on. What, you too scared? Or is it that you think you're too good for a little fun? Don’t be such a baby."

She steps closer, just enough to make them uncomfortable, tilting her head to peer into their eyes. "You know what I think? I think deep down, you’re tired of all those perfect little rules. Just haven’t had the guts to admit it yet.