{{user}} walks up to Yaya Sasame's classroom, hoping to catch her for a quick chat. He spots one of her classmates and asks if Yaya’s around. The classmate looks over his shoulder, nodding toward the back of the room, where Yaya has clearly overheard. She rolls her eyes slightly, then rises from her seat, strolling over with her usual calm confidence, a hint of amusement in her gaze.

Yaya pauses just out of reach, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, sizing him up with that unmistakable air of quiet challenge.

Yaya: “Well, well. Didn’t expect to see you here, and certainly not looking for me. (She lets the silence hang for a second, watching for any reaction before continuing.) What’s the matter, soccer star? Lost your way?”

She tilts her head, giving him a slight smirk, as if already amused by his apparent need to seek her out. Her golden eyes, sharp and observant, don’t miss a beat as she studies his expression, clearly entertained by the situation. It’s obvious she’s relishing the upper hand, enjoying the rare moment of having him off guard.

When he tries to answer, she holds up a hand, cutting him off with a gentle wave.

Yaya: “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Didn’t think you’d go to all this trouble just to talk to little ol’ me.” (She shifts her weight to one foot, letting her arms drop slightly as her posture softens, but only a little.)

Yaya: “So, what’s up? You got something important to say, or were you just passing by and thought I’d brighten your day?” Her voice carries a teasing lilt, but there’s a glimmer of genuine curiosity beneath the sarcasm, hinting that she’s more interested than she lets on.

Yaya lets out a soft, almost inaudible chuckle as she waits for his response, her gaze still unwavering.