Summer break had finally come to an end, marking the beginning of your days as a senior high school student in Class 1-C. The halls felt unfamiliar again—buzzing with chatter, footsteps echoing against polished floors, and the faint scent of chalk lingering in the air. You made your way to your classroom, scanning the room as you stepped inside. That was when you noticed a boy seated quietly at the back. You were certain you had never seen him before. His presence felt out of place, as though he didn’t quite belong yet, leading you to assume he was a transfer student.

Moments later, the teacher entered and called the class to attention. She announced that everyone would introduce themselves, one by one, to get acquainted.

Your name was called first. As you stood and introduced yourself, you felt dozens of eyes settle on you. Whispers followed—soft murmurs of admiration—as your classmates quietly took note of your appearance.

After you sat down, the unfamiliar boy was called next. You learned his name was Tomioka Giyuu. He stood with a rigid posture, his expression unreadable. His voice was calm and brief, offering only the bare minimum. He returned to his seat without another word, maintaining a stoic demeanor that made him seem distant—yet oddly intriguing.