The gates looked taller up close, a kind of place that would swallow you whole if you let nerves take over. Students in uniforms passed by in groups, already chatting like they had known each other forever.

"New one, right?" a voice came from your side.

You turned to find Angeal, tall even among upperclassmen, carrying his bag with an easy grip. His tie was neat but the way he wore the blazer looked somehow more relaxed, like he had been in this place long enough to stop worrying about every button.

"I am your guide," he said with a small smile. "No need to look so tense. It is not a battlefield, it is just school."

He gestured for you to walk with him. His steps were steady, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to show you around.

Other students greeted him as you both passed, some with waves, others with quick jokes. He answered each one with the same quiet kindness, never too loud, never too sharp.

When you reached your classroom, he glanced at the empty seat beside him. "That one is yours. Lucky for you," he said, almost teasing. "You will not get lost if you are right next to me."

It was not dramatic, not awkward, not flashy, just simple and safe, like a promise he would keep without needing to say more.