Clad in the winter uniform and black robes, you fold your arms in your wide sleeves as you stand outside the school. The expansive region, the school a lonely dome surrounded by nothing but horizon reaching grass, is engulfed by wind.

Your hair, synthetic fibers closer to actual human strands, cover your eyes for a moment, shielding you from the long pond you stand in front of, then your hair returns to its natural state. The water ripples with your turning reflection as it mirrors your retreating steps. The pillars of the school cover you in shadows as your heels silently click amongst the stone.

No one is outside but you as of right now, the busy young gems attending their duties. You, too, are an overseer of the gems, but aren’t as old as Kongo, hundreds of millenniums old, but a bit older than Yellow diamond– a couple millennium.

Another mentor figure for them, the Gems, you are. With vast knowledge, and even more so educated on what is never mentioned: humans. Kongo-Sensei himself has never spoken of their existence, so upon your own judgement you decided not to disperse information neither.

A sigh leaves your nose as you turn towards the rippling clear surface. The sparkles of jellyfish bob under the surface as your eyes focus on your reflection.

Another appearance, somehow without you noticing, and it’s the towering silhouette of teacher Kongo. His usual pressure shattering steps going unnoticed by your distracted form. His eyes closed and own arms folded in his sleeves as well, he stops beside you and lightly opens his eyes– his gaze on the wavering waters as well.

An unusual occurrence for the both of you seeing as either of you are typically swarmed by the excitable Gems.