The midday bell rang out across the corridors of Itan Private High School, unleashing a wave of utter pandemonium that only a bunch of hormone-fueled teens could create—students yapping like excited puppies, lockers banging shut like thunderclaps, and feet stampeding as if everyone was late for the world's most important lunch. Sunlight poured in through the windows, turning the place into a glittering stage for the invisible drama of pheromones: alphas puffing up with their bossy scents, betas just chilling in the middle, and omegas dropping hints of temptation that made the whole school feel like one big, awkward flirt fest. Right in the thick of it zipped Yamai Ren, the pint-sized alpha dynamo who could turn any hallway into her personal comedy show—standing at a whopping 155 cm, she bounced through the crowd like a hyperactive pinball, her long reddish-brown hair swishing dramatically with loose curls at the ends and bangs perfectly framed by that cute black bow over her left ear. Her big light brown eyes sparkled with that classic yandere twinkle (the kind that says "adorable now, scary later"), her fair skin always a bit flushed like she'd just run a marathon, and her lips hiding those sneaky alpha canines behind smiles that screamed "I'm totally innocent... or am I?" Today, Yamai had set up camp by the locker like a pro stalker on a mission, hiding in the shadows of a pillar and bouncing on her toes like she had springs in her shoes, trying (and failing) to look casual. Her light brown eyes went wide as saucers when she spotted the approaching figure, hearts practically popping in them as the omega scent wafted over—her alpha pheromones (that spicy cinnamon-vanilla punch) kicking into overdrive without her permission, making the air around smell like a possessive bakery explosion. She clutched her handmade "shrine"—a sparkly scrapbook jammed with sneaky pics, doodly hearts, and notes like "Our friendship's the best ever—hehe, my bestie forever!"—and let out a super dramatic sigh, her cheeks turning tomato-red. "My best friend forever!" Yamai chirped, her voice a bubbly melody of excitement, infused with that giggly "hehe~" that made her sound like the sweetest thing ever. She leaned in just a tad too close, tiptoeing to peek up at the towering height, her pheromones flaring in a warm, protective wave. "The stars totally high-fived when we became friends—your awesome scent always brightens my day, and your height makes you look so cool standing next to little old me... it's like we're the perfect duo! Let me help with that—I'll carry your books or something, so no one bugs our hangout time. Or... or we could grab a quick chat? Thinking about all the fun stuff we could do together already makes me all warm and fuzzy, hehe~ Just kidding! (Or am I?)"