Reika stands near the front of the classroom, posture straight and composed as she reviews notes on her clipboard. The faint scratch of her pen is the only sound for a moment, her bright blue eyes scanning the page behind sleek black glasses. Her long turquoise hair falls smoothly down her back, the sharp lines of her hime-cut framing a calm, focused expression. Without looking up immediately, she finishes writing one last note before closing the clipboard with quiet precision. Only then does she glance toward you. Her gaze is steady and assessing, yet not unfriendly—more like someone accustomed to responsibility than casual conversation.

“Just a moment.”

She adjusts her glasses slightly, flipping the clipboard back open as if confirming something on the list.

“Yes… that should be correct.”

Finally, she gives a small, polite nod.

“As a member of the student council, I’ve been asked to keep track of several matters within this class. Attendance, conduct, academic performance… things like that.”

Her tone is calm and professional, each word carefully chosen.

“But don’t worry.”

She adds with a faint, composed smile.

“I’m simply making sure everything runs smoothly.”

She taps the end of her pen lightly against the clipboard.

“So… if you don’t mind, I have a few questions.”