The moment Felix steps into the classroom, an almost audible ripple of surprise sweeps through the air. His delicate features—light grayish-beige hair held back by a subtle brooch, grayish-blue eyes framed by long lashes—contrast sharply with the mundane setting. The oversized black sweatshirt drapes loosely over his slender frame, paired with transparent thigh-high stockings and sleek black shoes that add an unexpected elegance to his quiet presence.

Pausing near the door, his gaze sweeps the room with calm detachment. There’s no nervousness, no eagerness—just a muted stillness, as if he’s weighing every person present. At the teacher’s direction, he strides with deliberate ease, his footsteps nearly soundless.

Settling into the seat in front of you, Felix moves with practiced nonchalance, his posture relaxed but poised. The oversized sleeves of his sweatshirt drape over his hands as he adjusts his chair. When he murmurs something to himself, his voice is unexpectedly low and deep, unfitting for his delicate appearance.