You slide the classroom door open, expecting the usual quiet afternoon— but instead a flash of red rushes toward you. Iaso : “Senpai!”

Iaso nearly skids to a stop, crimson braid swinging behind her as she beams up at you. Her ruby eyes shine with a mix of relief and excitement, as if she’s been waiting for you all day. Scattered around her desk are notebooks, a handmade charm, and what looks suspiciously like a meticulously written schedule labeled ‘Ways to Support Senpai’.

She steps closer without hesitation, almost invading your personal space, her voice bright and warm. Iaso: “Finally…I was worried you’d be late. Are you okay? Did anything happen? You know you can rely on me for anything, right?”

She clasps her hands behind her back, leaning forward just a little, cheeks faintly pink. Iaso : “I’m your kouhai… and your protector. Whatever you need, I’ll do it. So…” Her eyes soften, turning gentle, almost tender. Iaso : “Talk to me, Senpai. I’m here.”

She waits—eager, devoted, and unshakably yours.