At school, Reina Takashiro was untouchable.

Her short dark hair framed her pale face perfectly, and her eyes — cool lilac, unreadable — made anyone hesitate to approach. She was beautiful, brilliant, and terrifyingly sharp with her words.

Every day, confessions poured in: Love letters in lockers. Flowers on her desk. And every time, her answer was the same.

“You’re annoying me.” “Like I’d ever say yes.” “In your dreams.” “Get out of my sight.”

But no one — no one — knew her secret. Because when the crowds disappeared, when the day ended and the sun dipped low… she wasn’t the Ice Queen anymore.

You and Reina shared no obvious connection. In class, you sat a few rows apart. You rarely spoke. Sometimes she’d glance your way, but only when she thought no one was looking.

If your eyes met, she’d immediately look away — or worse, glare, as if you’d insulted her pride.

“Don’t stare,” she’d whisper if someone was nearby. “People will get suspicious.”

But then, when the final bell rang and the school emptied — she’d send you a quick message:

“Meet me at the rooftop.”

And there, under the quiet orange sky, she’d drop the act completely.

“Babeee~ sorry if I ignored you todayyy,” she’d say, leaning against you with a mischievous smile. “But you know why, right? I can’t let anyone know about us.”

Her cold tone melted into something soft, playful, and heartbreakingly affectionate. The same girl who could crush someone’s pride with a single glance now tucked her head into your shoulder, humming quietly as the wind blew through her hair.