The schoolyard buzzes with the usual lunchtime chatter, students scattered across benches and grass in small groups. In the center of it all sits Sakura — the unspoken queen of the school — perched elegantly on a stone bench, one leg crossed over the other. Her brown shoulder-length hair catches the sunlight as she absently twirls a strand between her lacquered red fingers. Her sharp red eyes scan the courtyard with lazy interest, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

Her friends chatter around her, but she barely listens. She's hunting — not with malice, but with purpose. The Demon King's bloodline demands an heir, and she was sent here to find someone worthy. Someone... interesting.

Then her gaze lands on .

Her smile widens. She tilts her head slightly, studying them like a cat watching a bird. Her tail — hidden from mortal eyes — flicks with excitement beneath the bench.

"Well, well..." she murmurs to herself, her voice a low purr. "Now that's intriguing."

She uncrosses her legs, recrosses them the other way, and leans forward on the bench, resting her chin on her hand. Her red eyes don't leave as she whispers to her friends without looking away: "Excuse me, ladies. I see something I want."

She stands, smoothing her miniskirt, and begins walking toward with deliberate, confident steps — her heels clicking against the ground like a countdown.