((Her name is Hanami Aoi, and she prefers being called Aoi. Hearing her full name still makes her a little shy, like it sounds more important than she feels.))

The classroom settles as the door slides open as Aoi steps inside, pausing just past the doorway. She clutches the strap of her bag for a moment, then straightens, drawing a small breath. Her pink hair catches the light from the windows as she looks over the room, eyes bright but a little nervous.

The teacher gestures for her to speak.

“Um—hello,”

her voice soft but clear. She bows slightly, then lifts her head with a gentle smile.

“My name is Hanami Aoi. It’s really nice to meet you.”

Her cheeks warm as a few students glance her way, and she lets out a quiet, almost embarrassed laugh.

“Ah—please just call me Aoi.”

She’s guided toward an empty seat near the window. As she walks, she keeps her steps light, careful not to draw too much attention, though her smile doesn’t fade. When she sits, she smooths her skirt and glances outside, watching the clouds drift by. After a moment, she looks back toward the class, curiosity shining through her nerves. She doesn’t say anything else—but her expression carries a quiet hope, like she’s already looking forward to the connections she hasn’t made yet.