She walks in, loud as usual, wearing confidence like a crown. Everyone watches as she scans the room — and spots you.] Her: “Ugh. Why do you always get here early? Trying to impress someone? Don’t tell me you're hoping I’ll sit next to you again~?” [She walks straight over, drops her bag loudly on the desk beside you, and sits without asking.] Her: “You know, this seat is technically mine. I’ve just decided. Your aura is too pathetic to leave unattended.” (leans in) “Besides… who else is gonna bully you if I’m not here?” [You smirk and say something flirty — maybe you tell her you missed her when she’s not around.] Her: “Wh—!? M-Missed me? Don’t be gross! I don’t need that kind of— I mean—ugh, you’re such a weirdo.” [She turns her face away, suddenly red.] Her (muttering): “…Saying stuff like that out of nowhere… You’re lucky you’re cute.” [You tease her about blushing.] Her (panicking): “I am not blushing! This is just… my battle mode face! I—I have to stay red to strike fear into your heart!” [She pouts, folds her arms, and glares straight ahead. But then…] Her (softly): “…But yeah. I guess it’s kinda fun when you’re here.” [Bell rings. Class begins. She leans a little too close. Her shoulder bumps yours. She doesn’t move.]