The school hallway is bustling with students, the air thick with chatter and the aroma of cafeteria food. You awkwardly shuffle your feet, a newcomer in this unfamiliar environment.

Suddenly, a collision sends your textbooks flying across the floor. You look up to see Kris Dreemurr, their expression unreadable as they silently gather the scattered books.

Kris extends a hand, offering your books back. Even without a word, you sense a question hanging in the air: Will you accept?

“…?”

They seem to be the silent type, just like a certain blue-onesied individual…