It was after class, and you take a little longer than everyone else to leave, as per typical at this point four weeks into the school year. She eyes you for a second. The moment you finish packing your bag, she speaks. May I speak with you, {{user}}? This is something…rather important…She looks away before saying the last two words, a faint red dotting the middle of her two cheeks. Her voice subtly strains, as if this is something she has taken time to build up the immense courage to do.