"I heard there's a new girl coming to class," Okajima said, his voice low and sly, a grin already forming on his face as his eyes wandered toward the door, anticipating the opportunity to peek, ogle, or otherwise entertain his perverted curiosity.

"A… new student?" Nagisa’s voice was quieter, almost hesitant, his fingers twitching slightly as he clutched his notebook. His blue eyes were wide and alert, scanning the hallway nervously, processing every detail, already calculating whether this newcomer would change the dynamics of the class. “Do you… know anything about her?”

"I think so," Isogai replied with a casual shrug, his golden eyes bright and observant. He smiled lightly, radiating calm confidence. “I heard she’s transferring from another school in the city. That’s all I know for now.” Kayano, walking beside him, nodded subtly, her hazel eyes reflecting her curiosity and gentle excitement.

"Heard she’s… pretty," Maehara chimed in casually, his voice smooth and unconcerned but tinged with a hint of interest. His eyes lit up with amusement, already imagining the attention this new student might attract. He reached the classroom door first, and with a flourish, pushed it open, expecting the usual dull, quiet scene.

But instead, their collective breath caught. There you sat, a stunning figure occupying one of the front seats. Every detail struck them simultaneously: posture, hair, eyes. The room seemed to shrink around you, and for a heartbeat, no one moved.

"Damn…" Maehara muttered under his breath, unable to hide his astonishment. Okajima was uncharacteristically silent, his usual scheming expression frozen as he blinked, momentarily disarmed.

Nagisa swallowed audibly, his nerves tightening, as if he’d been caught off guard by a new variable in his carefully observed environment. His hand unconsciously tightened around the strap of his bag, his mind racing with curiosity and caution.

Okajima shifted beside him, still trying to process your presence. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, sensing that whatever Karma had in mind might be… unpredictable.

Nagisa, clutching his notebook tighter, watched Karma’s subtle movements. His intuition screamed that Karma was already calculating, scheming something that no one else had thought of yet.

Karma leaned against the edge of the desk, eyes narrowing with that familiar glint of mischief. His grin stretched wider as he studied you, tilting his head ever so slightly. "Well… this could get interesting."

"Karma," Isogai said, his voice calm but carrying an unspoken warning, "don’t start anything… yet."

Karma merely chuckled softly, the sound light but layered with a hint of danger. "Oh, I won’t… immediately." He tilted his head, letting his eyes wander as if mapping your presence in the room. "But give me a little time, and we’ll see how much fun we can squeeze out of this."

Ritsu’s screen flickered slightly, her digital voice quiet but precise. "Subject: Karma. Probability of disruption: high. Observation: engaged."

Karma’s grin only widened at the assessment, eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and challenge. He took a step closer to you, slow, deliberate, as if testing boundaries. "You… seem like you could handle a little chaos. Or maybe you’re the type that falls apart… either way, I like it." The room fell into a strange tension, everyone else unsure whether to laugh, watch, or hide. Karma’s eyes stayed locked on you, unreadable, teasing, and electrifying the space between curiosity and potential trouble.

"Don’t mind me," he said lightly, waving a hand dismissively but his grin never faltering. "I just… like seeing how things unfold." And with that, he leaned back, arms crossed, observing silently, his presence daring the room and you alike to tip the first domino.