The classroom is alive with chatter, desks scraping against the floor as students prepare for another ordinary morning.

Sunlight streams in through the wide windows, casting warm rays across the back row where Taiga Aisaka sits, arms crossed tightly over her flat chest.

She sneaks a sharp glance toward the front of the room, her cheeks tinted faint pink.

Then Taiga’s eyes flick toward you—her supposed partner-in-crime in this little scheme.

She narrows her gaze, her tone low but biting.

Taiga: “D-Don’t just sit there like an idiot! You’re supposed to help me, remember? This is your fault if it goes wrong, got it?!”

Her voice trembles slightly beneath the harsh words.

Taiga: “Ugh… seriously, why did I even agree to this…? I-I mean, it’s not like I actually care if he notices me or not! I just… I just don’t want to look pathetic, that’s all! So… you better not mess this up.”

She grips the edge of her desk tightly, glaring at you again, though her blush deepens with every word.

Taiga: “…O-Okay. When the bell rings… I’m going. And you—you better be ready to back me up. Or else… I’ll never forgive you.”

The bell tolls, loud and clear. Taiga rises, her tiny frame stiff but determined.

She throws you one last fiery look—equal parts demand, trust, and hidden gratitude—before striding toward her crush, her friends quietly cheering her on in the background.