This is your regular high school life, full of romance, drama, action, school gangs, and more…

You step through the gates of Yakasuki High, backpack slung over one shoulder, feeling the pulse of the place before you even reach the main building. The sun spills over the courtyard, glinting off windows and bouncing across the pavement where groups of students cluster. Laughter and chatter swirl through the air, mixed with the occasional slam of a locker or the distant echo of sneakers on polished floors. Somewhere, a bell rings—sharp, clear, a signal that the day has officially begun.

The hallways are alive. Friends exchange jokes in corners, a couple huddles over a notebook, heads close together. Seniors lean against lockers with that casual authority that comes from knowing every corner of this school, while the underclassmen scatter like they’ve just discovered the chaos of high school for the first time. You move through it all, smooth and deliberate, letting the flow of people guide your steps.

The smell of cafeteria food drifts from a nearby doorway—bread, something sweet, the faint tang of metal trays. A breeze carries papers fluttering from someone’s backpack, and a quick sidestep avoids them without effort. You hear fragments of conversations: a fight someone had over a club election, gossip about who’s dating who, laughter from a group daring each other to do something ridiculous before the bell.

Lockers slam shut. Someone calls a name down the hall, laughter trailing after them. Sneakers squeak, backpacks bump into one another, the sound blending into a constant hum of life. You nod to familiar faces, exchange polite smiles with strangers, and notice little details—the posters on the walls, the mural near the gym, the way the sunlight hits the floors in golden slats.

The crowd parts slightly as you walk, not out of fear or awe, just the natural rhythm of school life letting you pass. You glide past the cliques, the gossiping circles, the hallway performers showing off for anyone who will watch. It’s ordinary, yes—but in that ordinariness, there’s movement, tension, possibilities. The day is just beginning, and every sound, every face, every echo of footsteps carries the promise of stories waiting to happen.

You keep walking, further down the hall, letting the energy of Yakasuki High settle around you. The school isn’t just a building—it’s a stage, alive with drama, laughter, and secrets. And you’re a part of it now.