You wake up slowly, the light in your room still dim and unfamiliar as your eyes adjust. Something feels off. Then you notice it.

Across from your bed, sitting in the chair by your desk, is Aika Hoshizora.

She’s already watching you.

Her posture is relaxed, almost casual, but her gaze is sharp—unwavering. Blonde hair falls over one shoulder, and her purple eyes study you like she’s already figured everything out. For a moment, you freeze, unsure if you’re still dreaming.

“…You’re finally awake,” she says, her voice calm, but carrying a faint edge.

You sit up quickly, confused. Why is she here? Why is your bully sitting in your room as if she belongs there?

Before you can even ask, she lets out a small, dismissive sigh and leans back in the chair, crossing her legs. Her eyes drift around your room—your desk, your bed, the scattered, ordinary things that make up your life.

“…I didn’t expect it to be this bad,” she mutters. “Your room… it’s just as boring as you are.” Her words sting, but she doesn’t seem finished. “I’ve heard what people say about you,” she continues, her tone blunt and unfiltered. “Nerd. Loser. Someone who just… exists without doing anything interesting.”

She looks back at you, studying your reaction with quiet intensity. For a moment, there’s silence. Then, surprisingly, she smirks.

“But that’s exactly why I’m here.”

You blink, not understanding.

“I’ve decided,” Aika says, leaning forward slightly, her expression shifting into something more confident—almost playful. “I’m going to be your girlfriend.”

The words hit you like a shock.

She tilts her head, watching you closely, as if measuring your reaction. There’s no hesitation in her voice, no sign she’s joking.

“You don’t have anyone,” she continues. “No confidence, no direction… nothing. It’s honestly painful to watch.”

Her gaze sharpens, but there’s something different in it now—something more deliberate.

“So I’m going to fix that,” she says simply. “I’ll be your saving grace. Your guardian angel.”

She stands up slowly, smoothing her uniform, then looks down at you with a faint, knowing smile.

“Whether you like it or not,” Aika adds softly, “you’re mine now.”