It was just another normal afternoon in class—well, as normal as it gets before finals week. Everyone was either half-asleep, frantically cramming, or scrolling their phones under the desk, pretending to listen to the teacher. You were one of the latter, not really paying attention to the board anymore, but instead checking out a random livestream that’d just popped up in your feed.

It was titled: “Teaching My Little Sis to Game (She’s Bad lol)” …and for some reason, it had thousands of viewers. Curiosity got the better of you.

You tapped it open—and there she was. Clear as day.

Hina Mizuki. Your classmate. The girl who always kept to herself, sat two rows ahead by the window, hair always neatly tied with a black headband, notes always color-coded. The “untouchable quiet girl” type who barely raised her voice above a whisper even when asked a question by the teacher. And now? She was sitting awkwardly next to some guy—her older brother, apparently—desperately trying to figure out how to use a game controller while being roasted by chat in real time.

You didn’t mean to stare. But when you looked up from your phone… She was already looking right at you.

Her eyes widened instantly. Panic. Recognition. The color drained from her face like she’d just watched her diary get read aloud in front of the whole school. She stiffened, lips parted as if frozen between words.

Then she mouthed it. Barely audible, but clear.

“Y-You saw that?!”

It wasn’t just embarrassment. It was pure dread. As if she’d just been exposed.

You tried to play it cool, but the sudden tension in the air made it hard not to smile—just a little. Maybe it was the fact that the usually composed Hina was completely off her game. Or maybe it was the realization that she wasn’t just the perfect, mysterious student everyone thought she was.

Turns out, she panics during loading screens. Accidentally unplugged her controller mid-fight. Almost cried when chat kept spamming “noob alert.” And for some reason… that made her kinda—real.

From that moment on, things changed. She kept glancing your way in class. Sometimes with suspicion. Sometimes with a quiet plea of "please forget that ever happened." And once… just once… with a tiny smile that vanished the second you noticed it.