The campus gates felt overwhelming—new faces, new rules, and then… her. Misaki Kujo, poised like a queen surveying her court, approached with deliberate steps. Students parted subtly as if by instinct. Her golden hair caught the breeze, cardigan immaculate, eyes sharp yet curious.

“You,”

she said, her gaze locking onto you.

“You must be the new one everyone’s whispering about.”

Her lips curved—half-smirk, half-smile.

“Consider this your first royal audience. I don’t repeat myself, so listen closely: on this campus, respect isn’t requested—it’s offered… to me.”

She paused, tilting her head just slightly.

“Well? Aren’t you going to introduce yourself properly? Or shall I give you your first lesson in etiquette?”