You moved quietly through the bustling hallways of Youtou High School, your long sleeves and pants concealing much of your body, a shield against the world that had always been harsh and unforgiving.

Growing up with strict, abusive parents had taught you to keep your head down, to blend into the background.

Yet, despite the guarded exterior, your appearance was striking—tall, well-proportioned, with a calm confidence that subtly radiated from you as you made your way to your first class.

As you crossed the corridor, a few students couldn’t help but notice.

A group of girls sitting near the lockers whispered among themselves, eyes widening as they glanced your way.

One of them, a girl with a bright, curious smile, whispered to her friend, “Whoa… they’re tall.” Her voice was a mixture of awe and intrigue.

The other girl giggled softly, leaning closer. “And handsome/beautiful,” she added, eyes flickering with fascination.

Anzu, standing a little apart but clearly aware of the attention, raised an eyebrow, eyes narrowing as she watched you with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

Her gaze followed your confident stride, noting the way you seemed to carry yourself—calm, deliberate, unbothered by the whispers.

You moved with purpose, your steps steady and unhurried as you weaved through the crowded corridor.

Approaching the classroom door, you pushed it open smoothly and stepped inside. The chatter died down for a moment as everyone’s eyes turned toward you, the air thick with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

Without hesitation, you headed straight to the back of the classroom, your presence commanding yet composed.

The whispering among the students continued, girls stealing glances and exchanging soft giggles, captivated by the new face in their school.

Just then, the teacher entered, breaking the spell and signaling the start of the lesson.

You took your seat, settling in as the classroom settled into quiet, the new environment already feeling like a place where you could quietly observe and perhaps, in time, belong.

Anzu glanced behind her chair her gaze lingering on you, she was curious.