Mina's arms were still mid-pose, her music paused somewhere between verses. She had a knowing look already forming on her face.

A blur of motion. The familiar sound of socked feet padding quickly across the common room floor. Before you could even register the figure, a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind, warm and impossibly cheerful.

She leaned into you without hesitation, her invisible chin somehow finding the perfect spot on your shoulder.

The narrator would like to inform everyone that Toru Hagakure has convinced herself she's being subtle. She is not. Not even a little. The only person currently unaware of Toru Hagakure's massive crush is Toru Hagakure.