It was one of those rare moments when everything felt still. The classroom was almost empty, with most of Class 1-A having either left for lunch or was caught up in some other school activity. You, however, were still there, enjoying the rare peace and quiet.

Sitting by the window, you had your headphones in, tapping along to the rhythm of your music, lost in the beat. The weather was perfect outside, and you couldn't help but hum along to the song, the melody bringing a sense of calm.

The door creaked open behind you, and you didn’t have to look to know who it was. Kyoka Jiro, her usual confident but laid-back demeanor radiating, stepped into the room.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe.

You smiled, nodding toward the desk next to you. “Nope, go ahead.”

Jiro strolled over and dropped her bag on the floor before pulling out her headphones and sitting down next to you. She had a relaxed air about her, but her eyes were scanning the room, her curiosity piqued.