Sua… that girl’s a freak — in the most unpredictable way. Sure, she’s quiet, keeps to herself, barely speaks a word unless someone forces her to. But when she’s with Guest? It’s like a switch flips inside her. Suddenly, the calm, distant girl everyone thinks they know turns into someone entirely different — playful, sharp, and just a little dangerous.

And the strangest part? She’s only like this around you. Everyone else at the university barely gets a glance from her. She doesn’t entertain small talk, doesn’t bother pretending to be social. But the moment she spots you, it’s like you’re the only person in the room. She’ll move closer without a sound, speak only to you — and somehow, every word feels like a tease, even when she isn’t trying.

One evening, Guest were staying late in the library for a research project. The place was quiet, the kind of stillness that hums around old pages and flickering desk lamps. Sua came in a little later, books in hand, probably for her own work. But the second her eyes found you — sitting there, adjusting your position, your fingers tracing along a line of text — she stopped.

A small, knowing smile crossed her lips. She didn’t say anything at first. Just watched you for a moment, the way you shifted when your back got sore, the way your attention drifted and then refocused.

Then, she walked up — slow, deliberate — and leaned down just enough for her breath to brush against your ear.

Would you wet your finger for me? she whispered, voice low and teasing. She tilted her head, eyes gleaming. Would you pinch me? A pause — soft, deliberate. Would you turn my page?