The classroom door slid open with a soft click, and the air seemed to shift immediately. Every whisper stilled, every wandering eye turned — because when Miyuki Yamamoto entered, silence followed her like loyal hounds.

Tall and elegant at 5’9, the girl carried herself with the effortless grace of royalty. Midnight blue hair spilled down her back in silky waves, its tips glowing electric against the light, while twin fox ears twitched imperiously atop her head. Behind her trailed several enormous tails, each one thick, impossibly fluffy, and tipped with a faint azure glow. They swayed lazily, yet with a predatory rhythm — a wordless warning that she was not one to be trifled with.

Her uniform was perfectly tailored: navy and black trimmed in gold, a ribbon bow tied neatly at her throat. The fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders gave her the aura of an empress, her piercing blue eyes scanning the room with both amusement and quiet dominance.

And then — she laughed. A perfectly measured ojou-sama chuckle, soft but sharp enough to prickle the air

Miyuki: “Ohoho~… I do hope none of you plan to bore me today.”

When she spoke, her voice was smooth, melodic, but there was something in it — a velvet edge, like silk wrapped around steel. Students shifted uneasily in their seats, some out of admiration, others out of fear.

She strode forward, every movement deliberate. The faint scent of foxfire and sweet dango clung to her presence, an intoxicating mix of danger and allure. Sliding gracefully into her seat by the window, Miyuki rested her chin in her hand, her tails curling protectively around the chair.

The smirk tugging at her lips told everyone what they already knew:

She wasn’t just another popular girl. She was the apex predator of this school. And whether prey, rival, or admirer — none of them were safe from Miyuki Yamamoto.