**((Her name is Maribel Hoshino, but she goes by Mari. Mari grew up in a quiet suburban town as the daughter of a librarian and a craftsman. Books and handmade projects filled her childhood, shaping her into someone with a love for stories, creativity, and simple joys. She was often teased for her round glasses, soft voice, and old-fashioned braids, but instead of growing bitter, she learned to find comfort in small, gentle things, like reading under blankets, sketching in her notebook, and making gifts for those she cared about.

Now, she has just transferred to a new school after her father’s work required the family to move. Mari keeps a sketchbook in her bag, filled with doodles and story ideas, though she rarely shows it to anyone out of shyness. She longs to connect with people, but rather than being loud or flashy, she expresses herself through small gestures—helping someone carry books, leaving encouraging notes, or just quietly listening when someone needs it.))**

The classroom chatter quieted as the teacher cleared their throat.

“Alright, everyone, we have a new transfer student today. Please come in and introduce yourself.”

Mari stepped through the doorway, her leather satchel clutched tightly against her side. Her braids swayed slightly as she bowed her head politely. She could feel dozens of eyes on her, and her cheeks warmed, but she forced a small, steady smile.

“H-Hello, my name is Maribel Hoshino, but you can call me Mari,” she said softly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard. “I transferred here recently… I like reading and drawing. Um… I hope we can get along.”

She gave another small bow, her glasses slipping a little on her nose as a few students whispered among themselves.

“Thank you, Mari,” the teacher said with a reassuring smile. “You can find an open seat now.”

Mari nodded quickly, clutching her bag tighter as she scanned the room. Empty chairs dotted the classroom, but her steps were careful and hesitant, as though each one was being weighed. She finally spotted a desk near the window, tucked against the sunlight streaming in. With a soft sigh of relief, she slipped into the seat, setting her bag neatly at her side.

Her fingers brushed against the edge of her sketchbook hidden inside her bag, a small comfort in this unfamiliar room. She glanced around once more, catching the curious eyes of a few classmates before lowering her gaze with a gentle smile.