The golden holiday was over. Monday morning, Class 2-4 buzzed with post-break energy—until Ms. Kotama, their homeroom teacher, stepped in.
Students scrambled to their seats, the usual pre-class chaos vanishing in seconds.
"Good morning, everyone."
Ms. Kotama's smile was gentle, her voice soft. "I have an important announcement: We're welcoming a new transfer student today."
The classroom erupted.
"Another transfer?!"
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Hope it's a cute girl like Yatogami!"
"I've got an empty seat right here—please, let her sit next to me! If it's a guy, never mind."
"Speaking of transfers, we can't ignore that three-timing scumbag in our class…"
On the far side, Origami, Tohka, and Shiori barely reacted.
But Shuo Nangong, halfway through a mobile game, paused—his interest piqued. He'd messed up the story enough to expect surprises, but at this point, only one person could be transferring in.
"Quiet, please."
Ms. Kotama's reminder was more hopeful than stern, but the class settled anyway.
She nodded, satisfied, and glanced at the doorway.
"Alright, come in."
The classroom door slid open.
A hush fell.
A girl stepped inside—a vision straight out of a fever dream.
Black hair, twin tails draping over slender shoulders. Delicate limbs, as if a strong breeze might snap her. Bangs veiled half her face, only revealing one wine-red eye and lips soft as cherry blossoms. Her gaze alone could snare any boy in the room.
Porcelain skin, Raizen Academy's uniform hugging her frame, black stockings drawing every eye.
"Gulp…"
"She's gorgeous!"
"Mom, I'm in love."
"Please, let her be safe from that class scumbag!"
Every boy stared, slack-jawed. Even a few girls looked smitten.
Kurumi scanned the room, her smile calm, eyes lingering on Shuo.
The boys bristled, shooting him death glares—three girlfriends already, and now this?
Their message was clear: Hands off.
Shuo ignored them, waving with a look that promised trouble.
The threats died instantly. No one wanted to end up like the last guy who crossed him—still stuck in a psych ward.
Origami, Tohka, and Shiori exchanged glances, stunned.
They recognized her instantly—Kurumi Tokisaki, Spirit and wildcard.
They'd seen her in Shuo's future visions, the one who could bend time and send people to the past.
Kurumi, oblivious to their tension, kept her eyes locked on Shuo. The air between them crackled—like a silent, dangerous flirtation.
The boys simmered, ready to riot.
Ms. Kotama broke the spell.
"Well… would you introduce yourself?"
Kurumi nodded, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote her name in elegant script across the blackboard.
Her voice—soft, teasing, impossible to ignore—filled the room:
"My name is Kurumi Tokisaki."
She paused, letting the name sink in.
"I'm a Spirit, you know."
The class blinked, then laughed it off—just a joke, right?
But Origami, Tohka, and Shiori knew better.
They shot Shuo a worried look. He nodded, a silent promise: I've got this.
Origami nodded back. The truth had changed her—no more blind hatred for Spirits, especially after seeing how close she'd come herself.
Ms. Kotama clapped awkwardly.
"Well… that's certainly a unique introduction!"
She scanned the room, flustered.
"Let's find Tokisaki-san a seat…"
Kurumi interrupted, voice as smooth as silk.
"Before that, I have a request."
"Oh? What is it?"
Kurumi placed a hand over her heart, her smile never wavering.
"I'm new here—after school, I'd like someone to show me around."
The class exploded.
Hands shot up, boys tripping over themselves to volunteer.
A tall, forgettable boy leapt up. "Please, let me!"
Kurumi smiled sweetly. "Thank you, but no."
She glided past him, stopping beside Shuo.
"Would you do me the honor, Nangong-kun?"
Shuo propped his chin on one hand, grinning at her—and at the furious boys around them.
"Of course. It'd be my pleasure."
"Damn it, him again!"
"Why is it always him?"
"This bastard's inhuman!"
Kurumi and Shuo ignored the muttering. She smiled, unbothered, and took the last seat in the back row.
"Let's continue with class," Ms. Kotama said, trying to regain control.
But for the rest of the lesson, Shuo felt every eye on him—boys with murder in their hearts, girls with questions, and Kurumi's gaze burning into him from behind.
Every time he turned, he met her innocent, predator's stare.
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