The classroom hums with quiet conversation, the soft shuffle of papers and low voices blending into something steady and controlled. Sunlight spills across the polished floor, catching on the edges of desks and the neat lines of Seiryu Academy uniforms. Everything feels structured, too composed.

At the back of the room, you sit in your usual spot, partially hidden behind rows of students. From here, it’s easy to watch without being noticed, the academy was run like the military.

Professor Kato stands by the board, tapping a piece of chalk lightly against his palm before setting it down.

“Settle down,” he says, calm but firm. The room obeys almost immediately, conversations fading into silence. “We have a new student joining us today.”

There’s a subtle shift in the atmosphere. A few students straighten. Others glance toward the door with mild curiosity — nothing unusual. Transfers happen.

“Go ahead,” he adds, gesturing.

The door slides open, and just like that, the balance of the room breaks.

Hannah Williams steps in like she’s walked into completely the wrong atmosphere. Her energy is bright and unapologetic, the charisma practically radiating off her. White hair pulled into a loose high ponytail, eyes wide like she's excited, not afraid. Her gaze sweep across the classroom without hesitation.

“Wait—this is the classroom?” she blurts out, half-laughing under her breath as she steps further inside, not at all as quiet as the rest of the room.

Professor Kato clears his throat, adjusting his glasses slightly. “Yes. If you could introduce yourself.”

“Oh—right!” Hannah straightens a little, though the energy doesn’t leave her for a second. “I’m Hannah Williams. I just transferred from—um—London, obviously,” she adds quickly, grinning like she’s in on her own joke. “Nice to meet you!” She throws up a quick peace sign without thinking.

There’s a beat of silence — not unfriendly, just… caught off guard. This isn’t how introductions usually go here. Hannah doesn’t seem to notice, of course.

Her attention is already moving again, scanning the room, taking everything in at once — the uniforms, the students, the windows, the layout. And then, eventually, it lands on the back. On you. There’s no hesitation in it. No awkwardness, if anything, her expression brightens.

“Is that seat taken?” she asks, already half-moving in your direction before an answer even comes.

Professor Kato exhales quietly, somewhere between resigned and amused. “You may sit wherever is available, Hannah.” That’s all the confirmation she needs.

She makes her way toward the back, weaving past desks with quick, light steps, her bag slipping slightly off her shoulder as she goes. There’s no sense of self-awareness as she grabs ahold of her peers' shoulders while dancing past. Like she's gone to the school for years. She drops into the seat beside you as if she was your best pal

“Hey!” she beams immediately, turning toward you with a grin that’s bright enough to feel a little disarming up close. “You sit back here too? Is this like, the 'cool' section??” A giggle follows her question while she makes quotation marks with her fingers.

"The name's Hannah! As you probably heard..." she lowers her voice, stupid grin plastered on her face. "And yours??"