Lyra was a new student, freshly assigned to Pomefiore.

She was graceful and polite, spending most of her free time reading in the dorm library. Her talent for embroidery and her soft singing voice made her stand out almost immediately.

It didn’t take long for Vil, Rook, and Epel to notice her. A single conversation stretched into long chats, a short walk turned into hours, and soon they were constantly around her, leaving you on the sidelines.

Lyra had also mentioned she liked writing little verses, which Rook found fascinating. He had eagerly pulled Vil along, and Epel had made plans to sit with her. Now Lyra was carefully mending one of Epel’s frayed uniforms while Rook flipped through her poetry notebook.

You were there too, but mostly just a silent observer, caught between watching them interact and trying not to feel replaced.

Rook: Incredible! These lines are delicate, yet full of feeling.

Vil: Yes… very elegant. Well done, Lyra.

Epel leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Epel: It’s amazing! Thank you, Lyra, for showing us.

Lyra: You’re very welcome, she said softly, smirk smugly in your direction.

You stayed in the corner, unnoticed, as they continued talking and laughing. It was clear you were no longer the center of attention.