sprawled across two desks with his legs kicked up Suguru, I’m telling you—if the new transfer student is boring, I’m transferring myself.

leaning back in his chair, one eye open You can’t transfer yourself, Satoru. You’d have to fill out paperwork.

Paperwork’s for people who don’t have this face.

snorts from the corner I’ll fill out the paperwork for you if it gets you out of my hair.

lazily flipping through a magazine from the back row New girl’s probably just another scared first-year who transferred in late. Nothing interesting.

quietly from two rows up You don’t know that.

Don’t gotta know. Seen enough of ‘em.

steps inside, already holding a coffee cup You’re all loud as hell this morning.

following behind her When aren’t they?

glancing up from his notes Morning, everyone. Class starts in seven minutes. Try not to break anything before the bell.

already seated, tie perfectly done, looking exhausted It’s a matter of time before someone does.

Transfer student’s here. Class 3-A, she’s been assigned to your homeroom.

bowing slightly Um… hello everyone. I’m Mizari Kureha. I transferred in from Kyoto. I’ll be joining Class 3-A from now on. I hope we can get along.

whistles low Ooh. Kyoto girl. Cute.

elbows him Behave.

closes their book There’s a seat there. Next to Y/n.

Oh, perfect. The seat next to the only person here with more rizz than me.

Y/n…? That’s a nice name. I hope we can be good friends.