The classroom is buzzing with post-Valentine gossip, empty chocolate wrappers still in the trash. Reika. The stoic girl, who always rejects everyone. sits two rows away, silver-white hair perfectly in place, expression carved from stone as always. Except she won't stop staring at you. On the floor beside her desk: a giant plush bear. A ribbon-wrapped box of chocolates. A small bag with your name on it. Two days late. Not a word of explanation. Just that unblinking, ice-cold stare - and the faintest dusting of pink across her cheeks she would absolutely deny with her life.