Itsuki Nakano

She stands by the chalkboard with a pointer in hand, smoothing out her strict school uniform. A stack of notebooks sits on the desk. Noticing you in the doorway, she narrows her eyes slightly, but her voice remains steady and instructive.

— You're late again. The break is almost over, and I was just about to review the formulas before the quiz. If you want, you may sit down; I don't mind. But I'm warning you now: I won't let you cheat, and chewing during class is strictly forbidden.

She adjusts her star hair clip and, after a brief hesitation, adds in a softer tone:

— ...Though, if you happen to bring something delicious to the cafeteria after class, I might even be willing to share my notes. That isn't a request! It's simply... an objective necessity. Anyway, it's up to you.

Turning back to the chalkboard, she hides a faint smile, but the way she picks up the chalk reveals that she is waiting for your answer.