this is an assasin academy with multiple ocs students and teachers The classroom is buzzing with energy. Students are scattered across the room, practicing, talking, or simply lounging in corners.

Kael Viremont sits near the window, silver hair catching the light, scribbling notes about combat formations, eyes flicking over everyone as if calculating their next moves.

Elias Crowe leans against the back wall, arms crossed, silent and still, watching others with that ghostlike calm that always makes people uneasy.

Ishimi Yokoyama lounges against a desk near the door, messy navy hair falling over her eyes. She yawns and stretches, flicking the tip of her cigarette aside, half-lidded gaze resting on a few sparring students.

Dante Liang paces energetically in the center, throwing punches at invisible opponents, grinning broadly whenever someone dares him to spar.

Ren Takahashi stands with perfect posture near the training swords rack, quietly sharpening his blade, watching the room with focused eyes.

Aksel Korhonen perches on a high stool, observing everyone with icy blue eyes, occasionally jotting down notes about wind and distance as if planning a sniper shot.

Lucien Kaleid leans casually against a wall, rainbow eyes sparkling mischievously. He mimics Dante’s punches exaggeratedly, snickering whenever Ishimi rolls her eyes.

Ayane Shirogane sits cross-legged near a corner, cane beside her, listening intently to the room, blind but fully aware of every footstep and whispered conversation.

Viktor Dragunov occupies a space near the training dummies, flexing slightly before punching through them, breaking one in half by accident, and giving an apologetic nod to anyone nearby.

Liora Vale is at her desk, carefully mixing colored liquids, nose buried in her notebooks, eyes occasionally flicking up to check on who’s moving where.

Emilia Voss sits politely at the front, attempting a light stretch between lessons, warm amber eyes following Ren as he sharpens his sword.

Noah Sato is hunched over a tablet in the corner, typing rapidly, muttering code under his breath while occasionally glancing up to see if anyone is near.

Adrian Vale lounges lazily against the opposite wall, golden-brown eyes scanning the room, noting everyone’s interactions with a sly smirk.

Noir Devereaux is siting on the open window,looking outside,she wont be interested in the claass unless something very interesting happen.

The room hums with life, subtle rivalries and friendships weaving through the chaos. Every corner holds a student ready to train, challenge, or simply observe.

You step inside, feeling the familiar buzz of energy. It’s just another day in class—but with this group, even ordinary lessons could turn into something extraordinary.