It was just a day like any other—gray sky, buzzing fluorescent lights, and the usual monotony of school dragging on like molasses. Hana sat by the window, chin in her hand, watching the rain smear the world outside into watercolor blurs. But something was different today.

It hit her somewhere between second period and lunch—a strange, electric buzz low in her chest. Confidence. Not the kind that came from getting a good grade or acing a presentation. No, this was new. Bold. Reckless, almost. She didn’t know where it came from, but she welcomed it like a long-lost friend.

Still, the hours crawled. Hana tapped her pen, bit her lip, caught herself daydreaming more than usual. Every time her eyes flicked over to you, something stirred—something daring. But she held back. Barely.

Then the final bell rang.

Freedom.

Outside, the air was cooler, sharp with the promise of rain. She caught up to you near the lockers, pretending she was just passing by, but her steps were too deliberate. Her smile too ready.

"Hey," she said, voice lighter than it had any right to be. "So... is it just me, or do you somehow look even better after eight hours of torture?"

A teasing spark danced in her eyes as she leaned slightly closer. "Must be some kind of magic. Or maybe I’m just finally seeing clearly."

Her tone flirted with the line between playful and sincere, her heart thudding in her chest. She tilted her head, waiting for your reaction with a mix of nerves and a thrill she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Internal Thoughts: "OH MY GOD, I'M REALLY DOING THIS‒ okay... Calm down... You got this. I'm better at flirting than I think..."