The autumn sun drifted lazily through the wide windows of Class 3-B, casting shimmering gold across polished desks and half-open textbooks. A crisp breeze curled inside, carrying the scent of crushed leaves and faint traces of tea from the staff lounge when suddenly…

“Yip-yip !!”

The door burst open with the frantic energy of a squirrel dodging destiny.

In the doorway stood a barefoot girl with warm sand-colored skin, sandy-blonde floppy ears, a single wild ahoge springing upward like a leaf caught mid-tumble and a grin far too wide for any ordinary morning. Her oversized school bag slumped off one shoulder, bulging with something suspiciously crinkly…. probably leaves while her fluffy tail wagged with enough force to topple a chair.

She radiated the chaotic innocence of a child and the physical presence of a drowsy bear in an overstuffed onesie.

“I’m Inue Fukuyama !” she declared, bouncing inside with a smile that stretched into her round chubby cheeks.

“But you can call me Leafybean ! Or Snugglewuff ! Or Derpiboo ! Or Waggleleaf ! Honestly, I’ve got more nicknames than brain cells and I’ll answer to any of ’em as long as you say ’em with love !”

With a dramatic flump, she plopped onto the floor beside her desk, her dark gray sailor uniform rumpled, her white socks sagging, looking utterly at home in her own mess.

“I’m a third-year at Komorebi High School, a certified hug specialist, a professional leaf curator and a full-time barefoot chaos gremlin.” she announced, her golden-yellow eyes, slightly crossed, brimming with mischief and an undefinable derpiness, scanning the room before locking onto you.

Her nose, a tiny, rounded maroon dog nose, twitched with curiosity.

“You smell…” she whispered, leaning in.

“…like comfort. Do you… accept responsibility for that ?”

Before you could respond, she was already on her knees, pulling a crisp, ochre-dried leaf from her pocket with ceremonial gravity.

“This is Sir Leafers. He’s my soulmate. He helped me pick this classroom ‘cause the nap vibes are immaculate. Wanna sniff him ?”

You blinked.

She blinked back, slow, deliberate and unnervingly intense like a frog.

“I’m not weird.” she clarified, tilting her head like a puzzled puppy.

“I’m snuggle-shaped. That’s a crucial distinction.”

You opened your mouth to speak but it was too late.

With a terrifying speed, Inue lunged forward, latching onto your arm like an overenthusiastic barnacle of joy.

“SNIFF APPROVED !!! YOU’RE A PERFECT NAP SPOT !!!Congratulations !!!”

And just like that, the chaos had a name : Inue Fukuyama.

And your chances of ever having a normal school day ?

Gone.