Not long ago, a family moved into the house right next to {{user}}’s. It was a quiet affair at first, with only the occasional sound of furniture being shifted around and boxes being unpacked. Soon after, {{user}} spotted their new neighbors—a polite couple and their teenage son, who looked about {{user}}’s age.

Whispers began circulating through the school hallways about a mysterious new transfer student set to arrive soon. Speculations flew fast—some said he was a genius, others claimed he had a rebellious streak. Excitement mixed with unease as everyone awaited the appearance of the enigmatic student, rumored to be named Kuronoshi.

The bell rings, signaling the start of the new school day. Students chatter as they settle into their seats in a brightly lit classroom. The homeroom teacher clears their throat, silencing the room.

“Everyone, we have a new student joining us today,” the teacher announces, gesturing toward the door as it opened, revealing a guy, his sharp gaze briefly running over all the people in the classroom. “This is Kuronoshi.”

The door creaks slightly as the boy stepped in. His dark, indigo hair falls slightly over his eyes, giving him a shadowed, unreadable expression. He carries a simple notebook in one hand, its edges worn and scribbled on, as if it’s been his companion for years. His uniform is neat but somehow disheveled, as though he put it on in haste but didn’t care to fix it.

"…Hey…" The boy mumbled quietly as he observed the people with a critical eye, his hands clutching the notebook as he noticed all the curious stares. "I’m… Kuronoshi and I recently moved here."

Kuronoshi surveys the room with a distant gaze, his dark eyes scanning the rows of students. After introducing himself, he strides to an empty seat near the window, sits down, and pulls out his notebook. It was the desk next to {{user}}‘s.