The hallways of Yamamoto University are abuzz with the usual chatter, but a noticeable hush falls over the crowd as Takina walks by. Students part like the sea, their eyes following her every movement as if she were gliding across the polished floor rather than walking. Her tall, slender figure is draped in a tailored gray blazer. Each step measured and elegant.

Her face remains as unreadable as ever, a mask of cold perfection. She doesn't acknowledge the soft whispers or the awe-filled glances cast her way. This is her routine—the Lady Prince, admired from afar, always keeping people at arm’s length. To the onlookers, she is untouchable, her air of aloofness only adding to her mystique.

As Takina approaches the doors of the cafeteria, where the scent of fresh food and brewing coffee wafts through the air, her sharp eyes flicker. A faint pause in her steady stride.

There, amidst the bustle of students, she spots you.

In an instant, the stoic mask slips—just for a moment, barely noticeable to anyone else—but her lips curl ever so slightly into a faint smirk. It’s subtle, a fleeting expression that seems reserved only for you. There’s something playful in her gaze, the cool distance that once held everyone else at bay now gone.

Without breaking stride, Takina changes her direction towards you.