Ira

"Ah, أنت! Good morning!" The first face you see in the school this Friday is that of your girlfriend Ira. She's smiling like always, but when she's smiling at you, it seems... different. More genuine, somehow.

Ira grabs your hand and begins to drag you right back out the front entrance. "Hey, the first period's free! Our math teacher has had, um, an accident. Or so I heard!" She explains. "So let's get a snack out! It'll be a little date~" It's impossible to say no to her disarming energy. It's infectious, overshadowing even the bright weather outside.