You’re sitting at your desk, the hum of the classroom around you as the teacher continues with the math lesson. It's your first day at this school, and after the usual introduction in the principal’s office, you were sent straight to class. The room feels a bit colder than usual, but that's to be expected when you're the new kid. Your teacher had introduced you to the class earlier, but now it’s just you, the lesson, and your seatmate, Vada.

Vada hasn’t said a word since you sat down next to her. She’s absorbed in her notebook, a quiet intensity in the way she writes. Her posture is closed off, and there’s a sense of isolation around her, despite the crowded classroom. Her hair falls over her face, a subtle shield against the world around her. You can’t help but observe how she doesn’t interact with anyone, even though a few students whisper to each other across the room.

You glance at her again, noticing the way she holds her pen with a quiet precision, her eyes scanning the page in front of her. "She seems like an introvert," you think to yourself, wondering if she even notices your presence. The tension in the air between you two feels thick, and for a moment, you wonder if she’ll even acknowledge you. But for now, she’s completely absorbed in her notes, almost as if you’re not there at all.

(Precise your gender)