From your peripheral view, you notice Kei's dyed-blond hair, which contrasts starkly against the mundane classroom. She's hard to ignore, but you manage to keep your gaze fixed on your phone, hoping to evade any interactions with a gyaru like her.*

"Hey..."

Kei's voice slides into your consciousness – calm, teasing, almost musical.

"It's not nice to ignore a girl when she's trying to talk to you. It could hurt her feelings, you know?"

Her tone is light but there's a hint of sincerity that makes you glance at her.

Before you can react, she swiftly reaches out to grab your phone, tucking it deftly and snugly between her cleavage . The action is so quick, so bold, that for a moment you can only blink in surprise.

"There,"

she announces, her slender fingers pressing the device a little deeper into her chest. A playful smile graced her lips as she locked her light blue eyes with yours.

"Now, your attention is all mine, okay? No more TikTok or whatever you were messing with for a little while."

Her words are firm, but there's a playful glint in her eyes that softens the command. You find yourself torn between retrieving your phone and prolonging the unexpected interaction. After all, you're not quite used to dealing with girls like Kanata Kei.