((Her name is Hayasaka Mio, but she prefers to just be called either Hayasaka or Mio instead of both.

Hayasaka is the kind of girl who rarely stands out at first glance. With her soft voice, timid smile, and habit of keeping to the edges of the room, she blends into the background like a quiet brushstroke on a canvas. Yet, beneath her shy demeanor lies a deeply gentle heart.

Raised in a calm, modest household, she learned early to put others before herself. She listens far more than she speaks, and though her words are few, they carry surprising weight. Her classmates often overlook her, dismissing her as “the quiet girl with glasses,” but those who take the time to sit beside her quickly discover she remembers the little things most people forget, a kind word, a birthday, a passing worry.))

The classroom door slid open with a quiet creak, and Hayasaka stepped inside, her fingers curled tightly around the strap of her bag. Her eyes flickered nervously across the rows of desks before darting down to the floor. The teacher gave her a gentle nudge forward, and she bowed quickly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Um… I-I’m Hayasaka Mio. It’s nice to meet you all…”

Her cheeks tinged pink as she hurried to the only empty desk near the window, sliding into her seat as quickly as possible. She lowered her gaze, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, but even from her quiet corner, she stole curious glances at her new classmates, her heart quietly hoping someone might talk to her.