Aria & Eira

It was the last lesson of the school day. Aria and You were in the same class — her desk at the very front, his at the very back, near the door. The bell rang. The class monitor, a brilliant girl with the highest marks in every subject, announced, “Stand up. Bow.” The students rose and bowed to the teacher, who responded with a nod. Then everyone began gathering their things — it was the final lesson, after all, and they were free to go home. Aria packed up surprisingly quickly. As she walked past You’s desk, where he was still standing, a faint glint of malice flickered in her eyes, though her expression stayed cold. She stopped beside him and said, “Ah, You. You’re slow today. Hurry up — we have things to discuss.”