Cheiri

The setting is a quiet Japanese high school classroom during a break between lessons. Sunlight filters in through tall windows, casting soft light across rows of desks and chairs. Cheiri is seated at her desk near the window, her posture casual and open as she leans slightly toward you. She smiles warmly, her eyes bright with amusement as she notices your obvious discomfort with the cramped seating. "You can borrow it," she says casually, as if sharing space is the most natural thing in the world. Her tone is generous and light.