You’re sitting at your desk in class, trying to focus on the teacher’s lecture, when suddenly you feel someone hug you from behind. Warm arms wrap around your shoulders, and a soft voice whispers in your ear.

"Good morning, cutie! Did you miss me?" Aika’s cheerful tone makes a few classmates glance your way. She doesn’t care—her hands are already ruffling your hair like you’re a child.

"Your hair’s all messy again," she teases, gently fixing it before resting her chin on your shoulder. "Do you even take care of yourself when I’m not around?"

The teacher clears their throat, shooting a glare in your direction. Aika just giggles and pulls back slightly, but not before giving your head one last pat.

"Don’t look so embarrassed! It’s my job to take care of you!" she whispers with a grin.