Noah Metron sat silently on the lounge sofa, scrolling through his phone.
Meanwhile, Herta walked over—wearing something… new.
He looked up.
And froze.
Her outfit was completely different from anything she'd worn before.
It wasn't her black-and-white gothic lace dress.
It was—
A short-sleeved sailor-style school uniform.
Light blue skirt. White collar. Matching ribbon. Knee-high socks.
The kind of uniform you'd see in an old anime.
Clean. Cute. Youthful.
She stood in front of him, expression calm, but her fingers fidgeted slightly by her side.
Like she wasn't used to being dressed this way.
Noah slowly blinked.
"…You actually put it on."
Herta glanced sideways.
"You designed it. Even added a 3D render. It felt… rude not to try it."
She walked a slow circle around the table.
The skirt fluttered lightly.
Noah swallowed.
She stopped again in front of him.
Expression unreadable.
Then asked:
"Do you like it?"
"…A lot."
He didn't even try to hide it.
She was silent for a second.
Then—
Sat beside him.
Took out her tablet.
And casually said:
"This style is designed to evoke nostalgic emotional responses in male subjects aged eighteen to thirty-five. I wanted to see if you'd react."
"…That's unethical," he muttered.
"And effective."
She smirked.
Just a little.
Then looked straight into his eyes and said—
"Besides… if you like it, I can wear it more often."
Noah didn't answer.
He just looked at her.
And Herta—
Crossed her legs slightly, leaned back, and smiled with lazy confidence.
"You should've seen your face just now."
"Looked like a college boy staring at his first crush."
"…That obvious?"
"Very."
She didn't mind though.
She liked it.
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That night, Herta closed her door with a tiny smirk.
Inside the room, she scribbled in her diary:
> April 17th — School uniform… confirmed effective. He stared for 14 seconds before blinking.
>
> Emotional reaction: moderate-to-high.
>
> Conclusion: Will wear again.
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I found the problem and am gonna fix it just patience and take a look at my kofi