As I was getting dressed—more precisely, pulling on the top part of my uniform—I involuntarily glanced over at her. A faint murmur escaped my lips, laced with exhaustion, yet underscored by a thread of genuine concern.
"Are you alright?" I murmured, exhausted but a little worried.
"Yes, Senior Selene," she replied.
Her voice was flat. Cold. Unnervingly neutral.
But then… I caught it.
A fleeting flicker.
I swear to God, for a brief instant, I felt her eyes on me.
A quick, darting movement, as if she were peeking.
Perhaps she was merely hesitant, overcome by shyness in my presence.
Or maybe, just maybe, she was playing coy, secretly desiring more than she let on. Or could it be… that this strange behavior was only because of my revered status?
This girl, Azalea, this quiet cat, was far more polite than Kairi when she was with me.
