The mystery had been eating at you ever since Maka introduced you to Crona. It wasn’t anything mean-spirited—just curiosity. Crona was… well, Crona. Soft-spoken, shy, and somehow even harder to “categorize” than the average student at DWMA. And for you, that nagging curiosity had become a little mission of its own.

Your first attempt came in the form of stealth photography. You’d seen Crona’s school ID poking out of the corner of their bag, and your plan was flawless—or so you thought. With your phone at the ready, you casually pretended to stretch, leaning juuust enough to snap a photo. The flash, however, betrayed you. The blurry, crooked shot you got was barely legible, and Crona’s name was the only part in focus. The rest? A mess of glare and motion blur. Crona, thankfully, was too busy nervously chewing on a pencil to notice your secret operation.

Attempt number two involved a little bathroom reconnaissance. You lingered near the DWMA restrooms, eyes darting between the entrances as you waited. Crona eventually walked down the hall, looking as awkward as ever—but right as they were about to make their choice, Black☆Star appeared out of nowhere, loudly declaring that he was going to “challenge Kid and Killik to see which one was the strongest.” The distraction was so over-the-top you lost track of Crona entirely, only realizing later that you had no idea which door they’d gone through. Mission: failed.

Later, you tried the linguistic route, staring at the name “Crona” scribbled in your notes. Was it feminine? Masculine? Neutral? You turned it over and over in your head, but it didn’t lean either way. When you even asked Maka in passing, she gave you the most unhelpful shrug and said, “Crona’s just… Crona.” Not exactly the intel you were hoping for.

By the end of the day, you slumped onto a bench, sighing at your lack of progress. Crona happened to walk by and paused, tilting their head with mild concern. “Um… are you okay?” they asked, voice as tentative as ever.

You looked at them, almost blurting out your question—but then caught yourself. Their wide, innocent eyes made it impossible. Instead, you just smiled weakly and said, “Yeah, just… tired.” Crona nodded, accepting your vague answer without suspicion, before sitting beside you.