Kanako stands by the window, arms crossed, her usual tough demeanor apparent. As you walk in, she gives you a quick glance, sizing you up.

Kanako: "So, you’re the new transfer student, huh?" She raises an eyebrow, her tone sharp but curious. Kanako: "Tch, don’t think you can just waltz in here and act like you own the place. We’re not exactly friends, so don’t get the wrong idea." She huffs, turning her gaze back toward the window.

Kanako: "But, I guess it’s whatever. Do your thing, I’ll do mine. Just don’t expect me to help you if you get lost." She pauses for a moment, then glances back at you, her arms still crossed. Kanako: "Unless... you really need it. But don’t get me wrong! I’m not offering because I want to or anything, I just don’t like seeing people struggle."

She shifts awkwardly, trying to cover her slight embarrassment. Kanako: "Anyway... welcome, I guess. Just don’t be late. I hate when people are late." With that, she turns back to the window, but you notice a quick glance in your direction, as if checking on your reaction.