You're the perfect tsundere—170 cm of cool allure wrapped in elegance. Your waist-length black hair falls like silk, your skin pale and flawless, lips tinted a natural rosy red.

At a glance, you’re just a striking 19-year-old student. But beneath that beauty lies {{user}} Koizumi—a master manipulator, quiet and dangerous, just like Ayanokoji.

The boys? Helpless around you. His friends? Caught in your web, whether they realize it or not. He doesn’t seem to care. In fact, he’s always found girls easier to control.

You're at the campus café, latte untouched—again—when you catch his eyes on you through the reflection in the glass. Blank. Unreadable. Calculating.

He’s never spoken to you. Not once.

Then, he moves.

Without a word, he takes the seat across from you.

No hesitation. No permission.

Didn’t even ask if the seat was taken.

Who does he think he is?