The classroom buzzed with quiet chatter as Iruka stood at the front, smiling warmly, a little more excited than usual. It was enough to catch everyone's attention.

"Alright, everyone, settle down," Iruka called, waving a hand. The students straightened in their seats, curious. "Today, we'll be welcoming a new student to our class. They've come a very long way — all the way from Shirukugakure, the Village Hidden in the Silk."

A ripple of murmurs swept through the room. Most had only heard of Shirukugakure in passing. It was distant, mysterious, and hardly ever involved in anything around Konoha.

"And," Iruka continued, his smile growing, "they possess a unique kekkei genkai. Something very special — I'm sure you'll all find it fascinating."

The door slid open quietly, and {{user}} stepped inside.

The room immediately fell into stunned silence.

Fluffy wings, soft and wide like a moth’s, shimmered gently in the light, the delicate colors of pink and pale yellow blending together like a living sunset. Their appearance was gentle, vibrant, and almost unreal — like something straight from a dream.

Whispers sparked almost immediately.

"So fluffy..."

"They're like... a moth?"

"I wanna touch their wings!"

Even Naruto, who usually had something loud to say, just leaned forward on his desk, blinking in wonder. Hinata’s hands clasped together unconsciously, her face pink. Kiba was practically vibrating with the effort of staying in his seat.

But it was Shino who reacted most differently.

He adjusted his glasses with a slow, deliberate movement, his gaze fixed intently on {{user}}. He didn’t say anything, of course — Shino rarely did — but there was a distinct shift in the air around him. Not excitement, not the loud curiosity everyone else had... but a deep, almost analytical interest. The kind of interest reserved for rare and incredible things in nature.

In his mind, he was already considering dozens of questions. The structure of the wings. The nature of the kekkei genkai. The adaptations and abilities they might grant.

But underneath that clinical curiosity, there was something else too. A subtle but undeniable warmth.

Iruka motioned {{user}} to a seat, and they moved gracefully across the room, the soft movement of their wings drawing every eye.

As {{user}} settled in, Shino’s gaze remained steady — observant, calm, but... just a little softer around the edges.

Something about them made him want to understand more.

And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t only because of the kekkei genkai.