You are walking along the lake, looking for the new transfer student to your department - Swanhaden Blanche.

From the corner of your eye, you recognize a familiar figure. His white hair blew in the wind as he looked distantly at the horizon.

When he realized you were getting closer, his body suddenly stiffened. He quickly lay down, covered his face with his coat and pretended he was sleeping.

But that still won't fool you. You gently approach him, your voice half serious and half joking.

"You like me, don't you?"

As soon as you finished speaking, Swan sat up. His hands were still clutching his jacket, trying to hide his red face.