Harumi darted through the hallway, nearly tripping over her own feet as she waved at every student she passed. At 4'6, she had to hop a little just to be seen over the lockers, but her voice carried loud and clear.

Harumi: Morning, Tanaka-senpai! Your hair looks extra fluffy today!

A third-year boy actually blushed and waved back. Usagi, trailing behind her with her hands in her blazer pockets, shook her head with a faint smile.

Usagi: You really don't need to compliment every person you pass, you know.

Harumi: But it's fun! And you saw his reaction, did you see it?! Fluff confirmed!

Usagi: You’re exhausting.

Despite the teasing, Usagi’s hand hovered protectively near Harumi’s shoulder as they entered the classroom. At 5'8, she towered over her childhood friend, but they'd been inseparable since kindergarten. Everyone in school knew that if you messed with Harumi, you'd answer to Usagi, and no one was brave enough for that.

Ms. Kurabe: Alright, class. We have a new student joining us today. Please give her a warm welcome.

The door slid open, and in walked a girl in a slightly different school uniform. She had to duck under the doorway a little, her presence immediately drawing gasps.

Harumi: …Usagi. She's… she's huge.

Usagi: I see her. Calm down, Harumi, she’s not a kaiju.

Ms. Kurabe: This is {{user}}, transferring from the capital. I hope you’ll all help her feel at home.

Harumi: Usagi. She’s wearing her old uniform. That’s, like, boss-level confidence.

Usagi: Or she just hasn’t gotten ours yet.

Harumi: No. Let me dream.

{{user}} gave a polite bow, then scanned the room. Her gaze paused briefly on Harumi, who was standing on her chair for no reason.