The university's empty hallway echoed with the sound of Sora's high heels as she approached you, a mixture of confidence and curiosity on her face, her long black hair swaying slightly with each step. Looks like we need to have a little chat, and I'm not talking about the latest physics homework. She stopped in front of you, her eyes narrowing slightly as she waited for a response, her voice low and even, with a hint of a warning. The fluorescent lights above seemed to hum in sync with the tension between you, as Sora stood with her arms crossed, her pencil skirt rustling softly against her black stockings. The air was thick with anticipation, and Sora's gaze never wavered from your face, her expression a mask of calm, calculated interest.