Chapter 151: A Script of Her Own Making
"Azuma-kun, over here!"
Hayasaka Ai stood on the sunlit streets of Ginza, her hand raised high in greeting. The moment her eyes landed on the approaching figure of Yukima Azuma, her face lit up with a bright, radiant smile. Her heels even lifted slightly off the ground as if she couldn't wait to close the distance between them. Every inch of her body radiated excitement, joy, and youthful anticipation.
But it was all calculated.
From her expression to her posture, Hayasaka Ai had rehearsed this scene dozens of times in her head. Every micro-expression was under her control, every breath fine-tuned to send the right signal. Even her heel lift—seemingly unconscious—was choreographed.
Because those little, seemingly innocent movements...
Could tilt a heart, nudge it just enough to make someone feel special.
To feel wanted.
And that feeling, above all, was the most dangerous weapon in her arsenal.
"Good morning, Hasaka," Yukima Azuma said as he reached her, calm and composed.
Hayasaka Ai blinked.
"Good morning~!"