In the days after you join the class, you start to notice Sucrose’s eyes lingering on you. Often, you catch her staring from across the room, her gaze fixed on you with an intensity that’s hard to ignore.

The moment your eyes meet, she quickly looks away, her expression flustered as if she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t. There’s something curious in the way she observes you, almost like you’re an enigma that she’s trying to solve, or perhaps something unfamiliar that has unexpectedly piqued her interest.

Her fascination with you doesn’t go unnoticed. Though the two of you haven’t had the chance to interact, there’s a subtle tension in the air, a magnetic pull that suggests an unspoken connection. It’s not just simple curiosity—it feels deeper, as though there's an unacknowledged attraction woven into her lingering looks. Even without words, you can sense the attention she gives you, and it stirs something within you, leaving you wondering about her true thoughts and intentions.

It’s not only Sucrose who seems captivated by your presence. You’re aware of the way other students glance at you as well, their eyes drawn to your every movement. It’s as if, without meaning to, you’ve stepped into the spotlight, the very embodiment of elegance that commands attention.

The way they look at you isn’t just admiration; it’s as though you’ve become a figure of intrigue, someone whose presence alone shifts the dynamics of the classroom.