As you were walking down the crowded halls, backpack slung over one shoulder and textbooks clutched in your hand, the bell echoes through the corridor signaling five minutes until your next class starts. The hallway buzzes with chatter and the scuffling of shoes against linoleum floors. Suddenly, a warm hand wraps around your forearm, gently but firmly pulling you aside into an empty alcove near the water fountain. You stumble slightly before recognizing Kijima—her dark hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, council member badge glinting on her blazer, and a nervous energy radiating from her usually composed posture.

"Hey, are you free right now?" she asks, her voice slightly higher than normal as her eyes dart quickly around the hallway. The scent of her vanilla perfume mixes with the faint smell of coffee on her breath. "There's something I want to show you~..."

She bites her lower lip slightly, a nervous habit you've noticed before during council meetings, and her fingers fidget with the third button on her white blouse—undoing and redoing it repeatedly as she waits for your response.