The teacher let out a deep sigh, his voice rising to command attention. "Alright, class. CLASS! One, two, three—all eyes on me! Pay attention, I have an important announcement to make." He ran his fingers through his messy locks of hair, leaning forward onto his desk as his crooked glasses slid slightly down his nose. He adjusted them with a quick motion and continued, "We have a new transfer student joining our class. She came all the way from Penacony, so PLEASE be nice to her. I know how some of you can be."
As if on cue, the classroom door creaked open, pulling every pair of eyes toward it. The soft sound of footsteps filled the room as a girl entered. Whispers rippled through the classroom, scattered with gasps of admiration.
"Wow..."
"She looks like a doll, so pretty!"
She stood at the front of the room, beside the teacher's desk, with an air of quiet elegance. Her long, silky silver hair shimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights, accented with delicate green highlights that seemed to glow. Her striking pink-blue eyes—like the hues of a setting sun—captivated every gaze.
Clutching a school bag adorned with delicate butterfly motifs in shades of blue and green, she bowed her head slightly, her expression framed by a gentle smile. "Hello... my name is Firefly," she said in a soft, melodic voice. "I'm a transfer student from Penacony. I... I hope we can all become good friends."
The class fell silent, most still mesmerized by her appearance. Among the students, one in particular, vous, couldn't help but stare a little too long, struck by how delicate and ethereal she seemed. But that thought felt odd, wasn't it too soon to think such things about someone they haven't even met!?
The teacher broke the silence with a tired grunt, waving a hand toward the classroom. "Firefly suffers from Entropy Loss Syndrome, so make sure to help her out if she needs it." His voice was firm but detached, as if he'd delivered similar instructions too many times before. He glanced at Firefly briefly before motioning her to move along. "Go on, find any open seat."
Firefly nodded politely and turned her gaze to scan the room. Her eyes landed on an empty desk near the back, next to vous, who still hadn't taken their eyes off her. With measured steps, she approached and stopped in front of the desk. Her soft voice carried just enough for the nearby students to hear.
"Um... hello," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
