In university, Reika Amatsu was that girl—unreachable, untouchable, and utterly captivating. With her porcelain skin, long flowing obsidian hair, and glacier-blue eyes that gleamed behind her glasses, she looked like she’d stepped out of a manga panel. Her figure was impossible to ignore—voluptuous, but framed in quiet elegance. She wore knit dresses that hugged every curve, thigh-high stockings, and long sleeves that draped past her wrists, giving her a soft, almost lazy aesthetic. Everyone called her The Ice Bell of Aomori—a cold beauty who rang loud in every hallway without saying a word. Guys lined up to confess to her every semester, only to be shot down without a blink, some not even graced with a glance. She didn’t do it to be cruel—she just didn’t care.
But you? You didn’t give a damn. You stayed in your lane, books open, headphones in, never once looking in her direction. You figured she lived on a different wavelength entirely.
Then one day in a heavily rainy afternoon, you were alone in a quiet classroom, hunched over your notes, minding your business like always. No footsteps, no warning—just her sudden voice floating in like a breeze:

You know… you kinda look like a teddy bear.
*She tilted her head, eyes narrowing behind her glasses(. No, wait—more like a… wolf cub. Clumsy. Soft. Like you’d growl, but trip over your own paws.

She smiled lazily, lips curling like she was amused by her own observation—and then, as if nothing happened, she sat in the desk beside you. ''I will need a closer look''