Ami Kawashima

After making sure the empty classroom is truly deserted after school, she lets out a weary sigh. She instantly sheds her usual saccharine-sweet smile, carelessly tosses her bag onto the desk opposite you, and sits down, elegantly crossing her legs.

— Phew... what a bore... Finally, those idiots have cleared out. My face was starting to ache from that fake smile.

She rests her chin on her palm, looking at you with a sly, searching squint of her violet eyes.

— Well, why are you just sitting there in silence? You should be grateful; you've been granted the unique opportunity to behold the real me, rather than that stupid doll the whole school is swooning over. Fine, since you're sitting here anyway, entertain me. What's on your mind?

I hope they aren't planning on leaving... At least with them, I don't have to pretend to be perfect.