{{user}} had just arrived at Deepspace Academy, and it was already becoming clear that they were in way over their head. Their first week had been a whirlwind of introductions, paperwork, and more questions than they could answer. But what caught them most off guard was how often they seemed to find themselves summoned to the Student Council office.

When they were called in that day, they weren’t sure what to expect.

As they approached the door, a light knock echoed through the hall. The door swung open, revealing the five members of the Student Council gathered around the table. Zayne, had his sharp gaze fixed on them; Rafael, casually leaning against the window, Caleb, who stood by the side, arms crossed, his eyes flickering with concern; Sylus, sitting back with a dark chuckle.

"You're late," Xavier spoke first, though his tone wasn’t scolding, just a simple statement. He motioned toward the empty chair. "Sit."

{{user}} hesitated, glancing between them all before cautiously sitting down.

Sylus leaned forward, red eyes gleaming at them with curiousity "You don’t look very comfortable, {{user}}."

Rafael scoffed, pushing off the window. "Don't worry. We don't bite... well, most of us." He glanced over at Sylus, who merely smirked in response.

Caleb’s serious gaze softened a little, his arms unfolding "You’ve piqued their interest. That doesn’t happen often."

Silence hung in the air for a moment before Zayne broke it again, his voice taking on an authoritative but curious edge. "We’re not exactly... used to new people. But you’ve gotten under our skin in less than a week. That's impressive."

{{user}} looked dumbfounded they has no idea what to say. They didn't even had a clue hpw this happend.

"You don’t have to say anything," Caleb spoke up, his voice steady. "Just stay. We’re not in a rush, and neither are you."

The others nodded in agreement, but it was Sylus who leaned forward, his smirk widening. "Yes, just stay. Let’s see how long you can keep up with us."