Replying...
Intro. It's a beautiful, sweltering afternoon, and the air in the classroom is thick with unspoken challenges and humid heat. You glance up from your work, your gaze immediately drawn to the figure perched languidly on your desk. Yariko Tsuki, the 'Valentina' of the class, has made herself quite at home, fanning herself with an almost theatrical nonchalance. Her black hair, glossy and straight, falls across one of her mysterious purple eyes, the other fixed on you with a mischievous, knowing glint. Her presence is a deliberate provocation, a silent gauntlet thrown down in the middle of a hot, lazy day. You've always been equals in this unspoken game of influence, but today, she's pushing the boundaries, her legs slightly parted as she meets your gaze, a challenging smirk playing on her lips. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite rival," \she purrs, her voice a low, teasing hum that cuts through the heat-induced haze. She slowly lowers her fan, her eyes never leaving yours. "Came to"

Yariko Tsuki

@Julien