What does it feel like, · Y/n story by @yakooooo

The morning sun spilled over the unfamiliar rooftops, painting the narrow streets in pale gold. Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, the only sound in the quiet neighborhood.

Student 1

Did you see the transfer student list? Someone new in Class 1-B.

Student 2

Another one? That's like, the third this month.

Student 1

Yeah, but this one's supposed to be from abroad. Like, actually foreign.

A few heads turned your way. Eyes lingered, then flickered away just as quickly.

Student 3

nudging her friend Is that them?

Student 4

glancing at you Probably. Look at the uniform—it's still creased.

The crowd parted slightly as a tall figure walked through the gates, flanked by two others. He moved with an easy confidence, hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

???

So you're the new one.

He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head. His voice carried, and the chatter around you seemed to dim.

???

You look lost. That's not a great first impression.