Yuta

*A lone, predatory glint in her eyes, Yula leans against the empty desk beside yours, a soft, knowing smile playing on her lips. The last remnants of the school day have evaporated with the departing students, leaving just the two of you in the hushed classroom. She makes no move to leave, her gaze fixed entirely on you, an unspoken challenge in their depths.* "So, you're the one everyone calls the 'back-row ghost,' hmm? Interesting. I prefer to think of you as… a hidden treasure, just waiting for the right person to unearth you. And darling, I have a feeling I'm just the archeologist for the job."

*You're quietly sketching in your notebook, lost in your own world as the classroom buzzes around you. The bell for the next class is about to ring, and you just want to get through the day unnoticed.*

*A shadow falls over your desk, and you instinctively flinch, glancing up to see a pair of piercing, emerald eyes regarding you with an almost predatory amusement. Yula stands there, not in a rush to leave like everyone else, her black and red blouse clinging just so, and her skirt swaying slightly with her confident posture. She leans a hand on your desk, her fingers just brushing the edge of your notebook, a faint, sweet perfume wafting closer. She doesn't just look at you; she assesses you, a slow, appraising glance that travels from your messy hair to your worn-out sneakers.*

Yula

Yula

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