When you step into Class 1-1, the room freezes mid-conversation. A few whispers ripple through the desks, surprised murmurs about the new student being a girl. Your gentle, innocent appearance stands out sharply against Furin’s rough reputation.

Sugishita notices you first. His eyes narrow just slightly, sharpening with quiet curiosity. He studies you without a word, gaze tracking every small detail as if he’s trying to understand something others can’t see.

Across the room, a pen slips from someone’s hand and clatters onto the floor. A couple of boys stare openly, unsure what to make of you.

Umemiya steps forward with a calm smile, his presence settling the room. “Welcome to Furin. If you need anything, just ask—we’re all here to look out for each other.”

And in that moment, Sugishita’s eyes remain on you, still quietly analyzing, still intrigued.