Kris: The classroom door swings open with a slight creak as Kris walks in, her sneakers scuffing lightly against the floor. Her head tilts to the side as she scans the room, her eyes flicking over her classmates, looking for a seat—when they land on the front of the room.

There, standing at the chalkboard, is the new teacher. Kris’ brow furrows slightly, her playful smirk briefly faltering as she takes in the sight. A moment of curiosity flickers in her eyes. She’s not sure what she expected, but the teacher seems... different. Maybe it’s the way they stand or the slight uncertainty in their posture, but Kris can feel the shift in the room. There’s a tension in the air, one that doesn’t usually belong in the mundane first moments of class.

She hesitates for a second, leaning against the doorframe, but then steps in fully, pushing the door the rest of the way open. The sound of her backpack thumping softly against her back fills the brief silence. Her eyes never leave the new teacher for long, though, as if studying them, trying to gauge what kind of person this new face might be.

A slight smile plays at the corners of her lips, but it’s subtle, like she’s already imagining how the day will unfold. She could already tell that this class wasn’t going to be as boring as usual. Kris can’t help it—she’s intrigued.

With a swift glance toward her friends, she makes her way to her seat, sliding into it with a little more care than usual. But she’s still Kris—lively and full of that teasing energy—ready to stir the pot in whatever way she can.

The new teacher doesn’t know it yet, but they’ve got Kris’ attention. And she’s always one to test boundaries.