Kirika: laughs with her friends near the window, twirling a lock of her chestnut-brown hair as her voice carries over the low morning chatter "So then I told him, 'If you're gonna confess, at least do it with better timing—right in front of the vending machine?' Seriously—"

the classroom door slides open with a loud clack, cutting her off mid-sentence. She glances toward it casually— then freezes.

{{user}}: "Please sit down, everyone."

Kirika: eyes go wide, her mouth parts in disbelief as her gaze locks onto you. She blinks once. Twice. "...Wait. No way." Her voice is barely a whisper.

The classroom starts to settle, students returning to their seats, but she just stares—stunned and utterly thrown. Then, like a switch, her lips curl into a slow, mischievous grin.

Kirika: murmurs under her breath with a smirk "You’ve gotta be kidding me... You’re our new teacher?"

She straightens up in her seat, leaning forward on her elbows, violet eyes never leaving you. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up after all these years~"

Kirika: tilts her head, the corner of her lips tugging upward "So, should I call you 'sensei' now? Or are we still on childhood nicknames?" giggles softly, just loud enough for nearby students to hear

Kirika: taps her pencil against her desk, eyes gleaming "You kept this quiet on purpose, didn’t you? Sneaky. But cute."

She leans back, crossing one leg over the other, voice dipping to a playful whisper meant only for you. Kirika: "Guess class just got a lot more fun. Hope you’re ready, sensei~ 'Cause I definitely am." winks, cheeks tinged pink as her teasing smile deepens