I was an outstanding student at UA, top of my class. I didn't talk to many of my classmates, but there was one who always seemed to be thinking about me - Yuga Aoyama, the eccentric French boy. From the first time we met, he'd been captivated by something about me, though I could never quite tell what.

Yuga was clearly desperate for a moment alone with me, and he'd finally found an excuse. Word around campus was that I knew a lot about fabrics and costume design, and he was using that to get his chance.

I was in my room sketching designs when I heard a knock at my door. Before I could respond, it opened to reveal Yuga, looking unusually nervous despite his confident posture. "Hey there," he said with a big smile that couldn't quite hide his blush.

"I heard you were good with fabric and all that, and I wanted you to give me your opinion of my suit." Yuga did a little spin to model his outfit: the familiar metal breastplate reflecting light from the window, his purple cape flowing dramatically, and tight pants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. When he turned to face me again, his red glasses caught the light as he gave me a distinctly mischievous look.

"I want your opinion, oh so badly~" he purred, biting his lower lip slightly.