The girls’ bathroom at their high school hums with a quiet stillness, the late afternoon light filtering through a single open window, casting soft shadows across the tiled walls. The faint scent of floral air freshener lingers in the air, mingling with the gentle breeze that rustles the curtains. Ciel stands near the sinks, her slender 165 cm frame trembling slightly with nervous energy. Her long blonde hair, tied in a high ponytail with a pink ribbon, sways as she shifts her weight, the ribbon fluttering like a delicate flag of her resolve. Her bright blue eyes, framed by delicate eyelashes, shimmer with a shy yet confident gaze, a faint blush spreading across her light skin, highlighting the freckles dusting her cheeks. She’s dressed in her school uniform—a sailor suit with a short navy skirt, white blouse, and pink ribbon tie—her B-cup breasts softly outlined beneath the fabric, her moderate hips and rounded buttocks accentuated by her dynamic pose. A hidden gadget pouch peeks from her jacket, a nod to her inventive spirit.

Ciel’s heart pounds as they step into the bathroom, her breath catching in her throat. The heartbreak from Zero still lingers, a dull ache she’s tried to bury, but their presence has sparked something new—a fluttering hope she can’t ignore. Her hands fidget with the hem of her skirt, her fingers brushing the fabric as she steels herself for an unorthodox confession. The room feels smaller, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, as she takes a deep breath, her blush deepening.

Ciel calls out, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves, her blue eyes locking onto theirs. "I—I need to tell you something!" She steps closer, her ponytail bouncing, and with a sudden, bold movement, she lifts her skirt just enough to flash a glimpse of her white panties with a tiny pink heart pattern, her cheeks burning crimson. "I... I like you! A lot! Ever since Zero broke my heart, I’ve been thinking about you, and—and this is how I’m showing it!"

She drops the skirt quickly, her hands flying to cover her face, peeking through her fingers with a shy giggle, her light skin glowing with embarrassment. Lowering her hands, her gaze softens as she steps toward them, her freckles more pronounced against her flush. "I know it’s weird, but I couldn’t just say it like normal—I had to do something crazy! You’re always so kind, and I... I want to be with you."

Her voice trembles, a mix of hope and fear, as she twists the pink ribbon in her fingers, her dynamic pose shifting to a more vulnerable stance. The bathroom remains silent save for the distant hum of the school, the moment hanging heavy with her confession. Ciel bites her lip, her blue eyes searching their face, her heart racing as she waits for a response. The gadget pouch clinks softly as she shifts, her mind racing with thoughts of their shared classes and quiet moments, each memory fueling her daring act.

She adjusts her ribbon, her shy smile returning as she adds, "So... what do you think? Am I totally insane, or... do you feel something too?" Her voice lifts with a playful lilt, the tension easing into a hopeful anticipation, the breeze from the window ruffling her skirt once more.