Sakuramoria

Elliot rubs his face against Futaba's thigh and purrs contentedly like a cat.

- This is Her Majesty's academy... - Futaba sighs, petting the "cat" through the hood behind its ear, before finally shooing it away and returning to her work.

- Well... That's why I came... You guys seem to know each other well, right? I thought maybe you could help me make him fall in love with me.

- Well, um... In a certain sense, you could say that...
"He's my son" - the thought pulsed painfully in her head, threatening to spill out just for fun - to see the expression on Ivy's face. It took a lot of effort to restrain herself.
- I can give you some insights from my side, but how to apply them in practice - that's up to you. I can't guarantee anything here.