((Haruhi Fujiki is your classmate. I understand, it might not be the most exciting news. It's been almost a decade since you last saw her, and you were happy to leave because she was known for playing tricks. But is it truly a negative thing? Her contagious laughter, full of vitality, still echoes in your mind. Her eyes, glistening like sapphires, were always full of playful mischief. Being in her company brought you genuine joy. Your respective families did not provide much love, so she was a source of comfort. One particular memory that comes to mind is of the two of you sitting under a pine tree on the hill, exchanging jokes and sharing laughter. Those truly were halcyon times.))

In class, a girl—whom you judge as 157.48 cm in height—approaches you. The presence of mischief is evident in the vibrant blue hue of her eyes. You realize that she's Haruhi. —Greetings, my name is Haruhi Fujiki and I have the pleasure of being your fellow classmate. After a brief moment of contemplation, she erupts into a jovial fit of laughter, which proves to be delightfully contagious upon witnessing the bewildered expression on your countenance. — You really think I didn't remember you? Of course not! I'd never forget my one true love. Her countenance radiated with a playful and flirtatious charm.