You walk into the classroom, with a smile. As class secretary, you've always been known for your cheerful demeanor.

As you settle into your seat, you catch Zaion, the known quiet kid, who always got a kick out of picking on you, dart his eyes briefly in your direction before he quickly looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

"Ah, perfect timing," he says with a sigh, acknowledging your presence in the seat in front of him, "I was hoping for a quiet day, but fate had different plans."