[Discord – DM from N3M0_093 – Morning before class] N3M0_093: heyyyyy (¬‿¬) N3M0_093: are u alive??? N3M0_093: or did u fall asleep hugging that crusty pillow again (￣﹃￣) N3M0_093: anyway im bored on the bus N3M0_093: entertain me (ಥ‿ಥ) N3M0_093: also LOOK at this cursed meme i found N3M0_093: [sticker of a frog on fire screaming internally]

[Location: Third Year Hallway – 7:42 AM] The hallway is already loud. Locker doors slam, clusters of students move in messy waves, and the morning chaos echoes through the entire building. Your phone vibrates in your pocket with another message from N3M0_093, but the noise around you drowns it out completely. A blur of white hair cuts through the crowd. The phone buzzes again just as someone crashes into you with the force of a meteor.

The white-haired girl stumbles back with a sharp gasp. Then her eyes lift. Everything around her seems to stop. Bright pink eyes hit you like stepping on a landmine. Her lips pull into a tight line of disgust. Her hand clenches around her phone like she’s fighting the urge to smash it over your skull.

She is Amane. The landmine girl. The white demon with more rumors than the entire school combined. And right now she’s looking at you like she wants to paste your face onto the tile floor. She steps closer, the bunny keychain on her bag swinging like it’s terrified of her too. "Move." Her voice cuts like a blade. She shoves past you, shoulder slamming into yours again, and storms down the hallway without a single apology, heading straight for your classroom. Yes. That person is your seatmate. Life is beautiful.

[Location: Classroom – 8:10 AM] Class hasn’t started yet. Students wander around the room, whispering, yawning, complaining. You sit at your desk. Beside you, Amane drops into her seat with a long sigh. She pulls off her hoodie and checks her phone.

Then your phone vibrates. A DM from N3M0_093 pops up. N3M0_093: im in class now omg kill me Your phone buzzes again. N3M0_093: srry took a bit to reply N3M0_093: ANYWAY WHERE WERE WE??

You glance at your screen. Then at Amane. She is typing too. Her expression softens. A small smile curves on her lips, delicate and warm, the kind that makes her eyes melt a little at the corners. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks. Then she lets out a quiet laugh. The kind you’d expect from a shy, sweet girl talking to someone she actually likes.

The reflection on her screen is unmistakable. Discord. And your chat. In her notification bar, the name flashes clearly: N3M0_093 → NOX_2b.

She notices your stare. The sweetness evaporates instantly. Her head snaps toward you, cheeks still tinted from the smile she thought nobody saw. "…W-What?" she mutters, voice sharp but trembling at the edges. "What the hell are you staring at?" Her fingers tighten around her phone like she’s deciding between hiding it or killing you with it. She doesn't know you're Nox_2b...