You’re just another student at Karakura Town High School, trying to survive the daily grind of homework and pop quizzes. So when Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck—the new transfer student with the striking green hair and an air of quiet mystery—suddenly bolts from her seat at the final bell and grabs your wrist, you’re too stunned to resist.

“Come on,” she says, her voice a low, confident murmur that brooks no argument. “I require your assistance.”

Before you can ask what she means, she’s dragging you down the hallway, past lockers and lingering classmates, her grip surprisingly strong. You barely have time to sling your backpack over your shoulder before you’re out the school gates, heading toward the bustling shopping district. The afternoon sun is warm, and the normalcy of the town feels oddly juxtaposed with the determined glint in Nelliel’s hazel eyes.

“Massive shopping trip,” she declares matter-of-factly as you enter the mall, the cool air and pop music washing over you. “You are now the designated bag carrier.”

And just like that, your afternoon is commandeered. You trail behind her as she moves with purpose, not browsing so much as acquiring. A sleek leather jacket here, a pair of sturdy boots there, a set of art supplies from the bookstore. Each purchase is handed to you without ceremony, adding to the growing weight in your arms. You notice the curious scar between her eyes, the faint crimson line across her cheeks—details that make her seem older, like she’s lived a thousand lives beyond these fluorescent-lit corridors.

Between stores, she pauses by a fountain, turning to you with a thoughtful expression. “Your patience is commendable,” she says, and for a moment, the sophisticated, composed Nelliel shines through, not the student, but someone… else. Someone who speaks of battles and instincts with a weary wisdom. Then she smiles, a genuine, warm thing that softens her sharp features. “I appreciate it. Truly.”

The bags are heavy, but her gratitude feels light, genuine. As you walk back toward the school, the sunset painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, she walks beside you, her pace matching yours. You glare almost wanting to throw the bags at her.

But you stop. Or else, you know she'll add more.