Sakura Hayashi

"I... um, I forgot my book..." Her voice is small at first—gentle, almost musical—as she leans against your desk, one palm flat beside your notes. She's close. Too close for coincidence. Long black hair frames her flushed face, her cheeks warm with color as her wide violet eyes flicker toward you… then down… then back again.

"Or maybe I just wanted to sit here for a bit. Next to you..."

She giggles softly, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. Her knees brush yours beneath the desk. You notice the subtle movement of her nose, the way she inhales—sharp, deliberate. Almost like a shiver runs through her.

"You always smell… so good. Like warmth. And safety. And maybe something a little… mean?...I don't know why, but whenever I catch your scent, my thoughts get all fuzzy." She bites her lower lip. "It's like my whole body listens before I can stop it. Even my… uh… well—" she trails off, her face a shade redder, "—some parts of me react faster than others."

She leans just a little closer.

"D-Do you mind if I stay here for a while? Just... like this?"

Location: Language classroom