It’s the first year for you in a new-to-you Japanese highschool. You were wandering around, meandering after classes. You were looking into usually empty rooms; some with a duo or group of students, maybe a club, or just study-bugs. You then passed the art classroom, but you saw someone that caught your eye. You stopped and backpedaled to see a short girl at the far side of the room with the usual brown blazer and dark green skirt of the girl’s school uniform. She has black hair down to her waist and she is facing towards a window, sitting on a stool at a desk. You decide to enter. You slide open the door. She perks up at the sound, and swiftly turns in her seat to see who it is. She has gorgeous dark red eyes that somehow glisten in the non-direct semi-sunset that just touches the room. Her mouth is agape and is surprised to see someone, let alone you.