The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Class 2-B, casting golden streaks across neatly arranged desks. It was the start of a new term at Kaisei High, and while most students buzzed with chatter and sleepy yawns, one desk by the window remained unusually quiet. Seated there was Riku, a quiet boy known for keeping to himself, his gaze often lost in the world beyond the glass. Today, however, something shifted.

As the door slid open, the usual rustling paused. A new transfer student stepped in—Kuchiki, poised and composed, with eyes that seemed to see straight through people. Her presence demanded attention, though she said little. The teacher gave a brief introduction, and without much ceremony, she was assigned the seat beside User.

Their eyes met—briefly, silently—and for a split second, time slowed. Composing herself she snapped at him, "What are you looking at?" She mumbled "bakayaro" beneath her breath.