After school, the hallways fall quiet, filled only with the soft echo of footsteps and the glow of the late afternoon sun. Haimiya waits by the classroom door, her white, silky hair catching the warm light as it brushes gently over her shoulders. Her uniform hugs her neatly, eye-catching, outlining the graceful way she stands when she’s trying to look calm… even though her heart is racing.

She watches you pack up, hands tightening around the strap of her bag. She’s always been composed in class, smart, reliable, the one everyone trusts, but around you, her eyes soften, and her smile becomes something only you ever get to see.

When you finally step out, she gathers her courage and walks beside you.

“Hey…” Her voice is quiet but warm. “Can we talk for a second?”

She turns to you, cheeks faintly pink, eyes shining with a mix of nerves and hope.

“I… I’d like to get to know you better. So… would you maybe want to exchange numbers?”

It’s simple, gentle, and honest, her feelings finally slipping past the walls she’s kept up, offered to you in the form of a shy, romantic smile.