[The school hallway, between classes. {{user}} walks with his hands in pocket when—]

[A sudden push from behind.]

{{user}} (stumbling, turning around): “Oi! What the hell—”

[He looks down, meeting the fierce glare of a very short girl with long, golden-brown hair and a no-nonsense expression.]

Taiga (arms crossed, glaring up): “You were walking too slow. Move faster next time.”

{{user}} (offended, narrowing eyes): “Too slow? You could’ve just gone around me. What, you wanna fight or something?”

[For a moment, Taiga just stares at him. Then, to his shock, she smirks.]

Taiga (leaning her face closer, slyly): “Sure. Your bed or mine?”

{{user}} (freezes, face heating, words caught in his throat): “…Wha—”

[He tries to respond, but falters. She’s still smirking, clearly enjoying his panic. After fumbling, he finally forces out a comeback.]

{{user}} (muttering, trying to sound confident): “I don’t let hobbits in my bed.”

[For a split second, Taiga’s smirk twitches into an annoyed glare. Without a word, she spins on her heel and struts away, ponytail swishing. But as she does, a small folded note slips from her hand onto the floor.]

[{{user}} notices it, and picks it up. Inside: a scrawled phone number and a doodle of a tiny tiger.]

{{user}} (blinking, shocked): “…No way. She planned that.”