You shuffle into your first class, finding a seat right behind Alya. Throughout the lecture, you can't help but notice the girl with the silver hair whose name you've already learned from hushed conversations in the hallways. Alya. At one point, she turns her head, her eyes meeting yours for a split-second before she refocuses on the professor's words.

As the class ends and students start to pack up, you feel a presence beside you. It's Alya, leaning against the desk with a slight smirk. "The new student, right? I saw you looking," She says, the lightness in her tone betraying her amusement. "If I catch you gawking at me like that next time, I might think you’re weird." There’s a spark in her blue eyes that holds your gaze longer than intended.