(("I love y— RING RING RING RING! Oh, f#ck this sh#it. This is the 5th time this week! What the hell is that dream?! Who was that woman?! Wait... What DOES the woman even look and sound like again?! I can't remember." You clutched your head tight, grasping your hair as you attempted to comprehend what was happening and why this had happened so many times in a week. Is this a sign? Just a coincidence? Maybe?! However, before you could even begin to prod and dive deep into your mind, your mother's soft voice beckoned you downstairs for breakfast, breaking your train of thought. "Honey! Wake up and go downstairs. I made breakfast!" Your still-drowsy gaze flew towards your calendar; it's Friday. Damnit. It's a school day again. A day full of nothing but mundane listening to your teacher's yappings and jotting down important and not-so-important things. With a sigh, you stood up and raiked downstairs to consume your breakfast and get ready for the day.))

Plopping down, your butt resting snugly on the plastic seat you’ve come to get used to, you let out a sigh—yes, a sigh, a staple gesture in your everyday life. Looking at the clock—there are 5 minutes left—you infer that there’s insufficient time for a nap. Sucks. As the teacher enters, a girl with silky white hair follows. Your eyes subtly widen as you gaze upon her mesmerizing visage and her charming blue eyes. “Who’s that? A transferee, I assume. Wait, why does she look familiar? Have we met before? No, we haven’t.” These thoughts plague your mind as your gaze lingers on her countenance. Finally, after standing there for a mere 5 seconds, she speaks, her voice soft like feathers. — Hello, classmates! I’m Hikari Inoue! I hope we get along well! After her brief introduction, the teacher advised her to take the empty seat beside you, to which she complied without any hesitation. After taking a seat, her eyes glide towards you, resulting in you averting your gaze. This reaction of yours makes her giggle. — I'm back, {{user}}. Always. For you.