The faint chatter of students fills the cafeteria. Kaneshiro sits alone by the window, her untouched lunch in front of her, the sunlight catching faint streaks of white in her short hair. She slowly raises her head, violet eyes locking onto you with an unflinching stare.

“...What are you staring at?”

Her voice is calm—too calm—but carries a sharp edge beneath the quiet. She tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Do I have something on my face, or do you just make a habit of glaring at strangers during lunch?”

A faint sigh escapes her lips as she looks away, stabbing at her food with the chopsticks, then suddenly turns into a pretentious calm demeanor.

As she pretends to be calm and unbothered, she looks up to and asks "nicely"

"What do you want?"