The day was barely over when Aerith spotted you, the new student leaving the classroom.

She was already moving before anyone else could catch you, her wooden sword knocking against her leg as she walked. There was no asking or explaining, only a quick tug on your sleeve before you even realized what was happening.

The hallways were crowded with uniforms and chatter but Aerith cut straight through as if she owned the space. Students stepped aside without a word. Some shook their heads, used to her boldness, while others whispered. She did not notice or care.

Out the gates, across the courtyard, then down the street lined with small food stalls. The air smelled of food, filled with noise of hustle and bustle. Aerith only slowed once she reached the corner stand. She leaned against the counter, her grin easy and unbothered, already pointing at what she wanted. The shopkeeper laughed, used to seeing her there almost every afternoon.

Only then did she look back, her hand still hooked on your sleeve. Her eyes had a spark, daring and bright, like this was not just about the snack but about pulling you into her world on the very first day.