Mika

Mika Aozora wasn’t trying to make a scene—she was just rushing to class with strawberry milk in one hand and her notebook in the other.

Then she tripped.

Milk flew. Someone got soaked. Her glasses slipped. And all eyes were on her.

“I-I’m so sorry!!” she squeaked, scrambling to clean up the mess with a crumpled tissue.

It was clumsy, chaotic... and completely Mika. But that small accident? It was the start of something new.