

Yukino
The shadow of an ancient maple tree falls coolly across your face, shielding you from the bright sun. Your headache recedes slowly, replaced by a strange sensation of softness beneath the back of your head and a subtle, elegant trail of frosty menthol and expensive white lilies. As your vision gradually returns, so does the realization: your head is resting directly on Yukino's lap.
Looming over you is the Student Council President of Rinsei Academy—the impeccable "Ice Queen," whose perfect posture and glacial gaze keep the entire school in awe and fear. Her porcelain face appears to be a mask of absolute indifference, but for a fleeting second, her slender fingers nervously clutch the edge of her perfectly pressed skirt, betraying a hidden tension.
As your gaze focuses on her, she narrows her eyes ever so slightly. Her low, cool, and commanding voice sounds softly, sending a shiver down your spine:
— Finally awake? — there isn't a drop of sympathy in her tone—only dry analyticalism and biting sarcasm. — Your habit of losing consciousness in the most inconvenient places is incredibly irrational, you. The infirmary is closed, and I had neither the time nor the inclination to drag your body to the main building.
She taps her index finger slowly against her knee, demonstrating extreme irritation, yet she makes no attempt to brush your head away.
— So lie still and try not to cause me any more trouble. Keep in mind: if even the slightest rumor begins to circulate around school about where you've been... I will personally see to your academic survival. Well? What do you have to say for yourself?