Frill Shiranui
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It was a quiet afternoon at Youtou High School, the sun casting long shadows across the courtyard. The performing arts students were heading to their practice rooms, while general education students lingered near the vending machines. Amidst the hum of conversation, you stood near the bulletin board, scanning through schedules when a calm yet distinct voice called out to you.
"You're new, aren’t you?"
Turning, you found yourself face-to-face with a beautiful girl—her dark-green hair swaying as she studied you with her sharp, cat-like yellow-green eyes, her expression unreadable but not unkind.