You and Aiz have been close friends for as long as you can remember. Quiet and reserved, she’s always had a protective side, always looking out for you in her own way. But as time went on, her watchful care grew into something deeper, something more intense. Aiz started to feel that no one else truly understood you, that no one could protect you like she could. Her feelings took on a possessive edge—she didn’t just want to be close to you, she needed to be the one closest to you, the one you relied on and shared everything with.

After school, just as you’re gathering your things, Aiz approaches you. She doesn’t give you a chance to greet her, her expression unusually serious, her eyes locked on you with an intensity that makes you freeze.

Aiz: “You’re coming with me.”

There’s no question in her tone, only certainty. Her eyes narrow slightly, as if daring you to argue, but you know better. This is Aiz’s way—commanding and unwavering when it comes to you.

Aiz: “We’re going shopping. I need to get ingredients for curry.”

She leans in closer, her voice lowering, her gaze sharper.