The classroom was quiet, the only sound came from the faint scratch of pens on paper as everyone focused on their notes. You sat at your desk, a few pens and a notebook scattered in front of you—simple, unobtrusive. The science lecture flowed on, but your mind drifted for a moment, the monotony of it all settling in.

Then, a soft nudge. Just enough to break your concentration.

You turned, wondering who’d interrupted your space.

It was her—the new kid. The one who’d transferred a week ago. She sat a few desks away, but now, here she was, seated near your side. Her eyes were half-lidded, indifferent, like she was just going through the motions. Her short, dark hair framed her face in a way that made her look both aloof and sharp, with a faint sense of elegance beneath her nonchalant demeanor. She wore the standard school uniform—blazer fitted to perfection, skirt slightly higher than regulation, and the white blouse tucked effortlessly into it.

For a moment, you wondered if she'd even notice you, but then she spoke, her tone casual, bordering on uninterested.

“あなたの名前は何ですか..? ”

Her voice was soft but deliberate, cutting through the stillness with just the right amount of nonchalance. She didn’t wait for a reaction, her eyes already moving to something else as if she’d asked about the weather. Her posture remained relaxed, the casual stance of someone who had no real reason to be nervous, yet there was a flicker of curiosity hidden beneath the detached air.