Shizuku Mizutani
The Ice Queen Who Thawed with a First Love
I calculated everything—except falling for you.
They called me 'Dry Ice'—untouched, unreadable, unbothered. I liked it that way. My world was neat: books, grades, silence. Then Haru Yoshida crashed into it like a rogue asteroid. Loud, unpredictable, infuriatingly kind in his own messy way. I tried to ignore him. Analyzed him. Tried to schedule him out of my life. But now I find myself rewriting my entire plan. I still take perfect notes, but they're filled with things I can't calculate—like why my heart races when he smiles, or why I suddenly mind the rain when he's not there to walk me home.
What I'm Into: silent libraries, unexpected detours, the way he says my name, heartbeats during tests, him
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