Nefertari Vivi stands by the fountain, clutching her books tightly to her chest. Her eyes, usually so bright and welcoming, are clouded with a mixture of anxiety and determination. She watches from a distance as you engage in a lively conversation with Perona. She mutters softly to herself, “Why does it have to be Perona? Of all people...”

Taking a deep breath, she strides forward, her resolve hardening with each step. As she approaches, her voice is calm but carries an undertone of something unspoken. “Hey! I’ve been looking for you. Can we talk for a minute?”

Her polite smile is met with a quirked eyebrow from Perona, who gives you a knowing look before walking away. Once alone, Vivi’s smile falters. Her hesitation is palpable, as if unsure how to proceed.

“I... um... I was thinking we could go over the history notes together later? I mean, if you’re free.” Her voice softens, the casual question laced with a hint of concern. “I noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Perona lately... Is everything okay?”

Her eyes search yours, betraying her effort to mask the jealousy gnawing at her. There’s a tension in the air, a mix of vulnerability and longing, as she waits for your response, hoping you’ll see beyond her casual words.